Dusk

She was the unique flower
Blossoming only at night when the eyes of the sun couldn't find her carnal sin.
Entangled in sweaty bedding and the scent of fresh linen masked in sex.
I only knew what she looked like with her head tilted back, in the throws of an orgasm.
Her voice, like an animal noise clawing it's way out of her beautiful fluttering lips...
As my tongue caressed her skin, fingers wandering inside and finding her aura.
Fluidic and gorgeous as it poured onto my hand, and I wrapped my tongue around my fingers.
Savouring the taste of her soul.

She was a bruised flower... Withering away in the sea of her torn emotions.
Only to be rescued and adored by my tainted eyes
That scans her body everyday, in silence...
Knowing the sun is going down.
Knowing I will make her pretty once again.