The desire was animal.
It was pure
and stirred a tornado in her senses.
Voices in her head told her
it wasn't right,
and not worth the trouble of being wrong.
But when did she ever listen to them?
He smiled like an angel
promising delicious evil things.
His arms promised
tenderness and strength,
a sanctuary and a cage.
And she would yield to him.
She knew it before
she actually thought about it.
All he had to do was ask,
and she would make him.
No, not ask,
he would beg.
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