Today's Blog: Cirrus Casino waits and quietens,
Is He the man?
her form is aflutter,
her throat arched in supplication
They all walk and she passes them by,
Nary a glance , nary a thought
He will claim ,
He will devour
she opens her hand,
His heart rests there
she opens her dress,
her breasts beat within
she lays bare her heart,
He takes it in His hand.
Taking and claiming
devouring His flesh,
offering hers to Him ,
forevermore
