Wordprompt: Femme Fatale

Drawn to your touch

Pulls at me my skin outside and in. Your skilled fingers tip to snare me in your lair. I remember inhaling your scented body, and perfumed hair.

Whispered reminders held by the drip of your lips; my body and soul is bared.

Wanted your femme fatale ways, I sink into your bite and touching everywhere.

By Pamelap


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