Winds howled
in night’s sinful hands
corrupt love
danced without remorse
devilish eyes
tethered him
her female form
shameless
in nudity and power
bodies worshipped
in unholy freedom
nothing sacred
in lust’s dark
wicked chill
of her unrighteous moans
heightened his pleasure
with every thrust
until licentious euphoria
grabbed his soul
screams of final pleasure
last echoes of the night
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©MidwestFantasy
November 2018
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(Written for the Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge using the words “wicked chill”)
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