Just A Wicked Night

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”)