Licentious Love Affair

A Duet for Mature Audience By Oscar A Plascencia & Kelly Lewis

Their eyes lock from across the smoke-filled room

Red lips to her flute, she drains the champagne

As she weaves through the crowd without restrain

He knew her very soul he would consume

Making her way through the throng of costumes

Bodies part, respecting her higher reign

A closer look confirms the mark of Cain

On his well-built form catered to amuse

Bows his head in respect to her approach

The sound of the clock strikes the Witching Hour

The crowd encircles them at her encroach

And guards stand by to enforce her power

She sternly lifts up his head in reproach

“In my presence, thou shall never cower!”

Eyes now feast on prospect with permission

Tracing full lips down to swells that suggest

Carnal pleasures in creamy, ample breasts

Standing heedlessly on exhibition

Her head falls back with much delectation

As he rips off her gown to full divest

She gleans his manhood as it manifests

And knows she’ll seduce him to submission

This night he’ll yield, else be charged treachery

She motions the guards that keenly surround

Accustomed servants to her lechery

Properly prepared, he’s forced to the ground

To lap nectar, sharing fluid reverie

Arousing the masses closely around

A swarm of limbs and lasciviousness

Surrounded them, making the whole room spin

“The one way out is for you to come in.”

Said she, spreading her legs with eagerness.

Compliantly takes his place with firm aim

His rampant prick elicits screams out loud

Wanton in the effects he claims her mouth

No longer caring who controlled this game

Sucking her lip, draws the life out of her

To fill her up with his exploding seed

The fire in her eyes forewarn of anger

But ’twas too late for he had done his deed

The guests aghast ceased all forms of pleasure

Whilst the guards seized him for the death decreed

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Their eyes lock from across the smoke-filled room

Red lips to her flute, she drains the champagne

As she weaves through the crowd without restrain

He knew her very soul he would consume

Making her way through the throng of costumes

Bodies part, respecting her higher reign

A closer look confirms the mark of Cain

On his well-built form catered to amuse

Bows his head in respect to her approach

The sound of the clock strikes the Witching Hour

The crowd encircles them at her encroach

And guards stand by to enforce her power

She sternly lifts up his head in reproach

“In my presence, thou shall never cower!”

Eyes now feast on prospect with permission

Tracing full lips down to swells that suggest

Carnal pleasures in creamy, ample breasts

Standing heedlessly on exhibition

Her head falls back with much delectation

As he rips off her gown to full divest

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About Oscar Alejandro Plascencia

Writer of poetry, prose and short stories on an exploration in metrical writing focused on Love, Hope and Faith. View all posts by Oscar Alejandro Plascencia

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