Her sweet honey melted into him.
As he seized her hips he was throbbing into her on the wall.
Just from her beauty he would crawl.
She tore at his shirt, tore at his flesh, tore at his soul.
He tore at all that covered her, pounding her against that wall.
This was their oblivion.
Their dark, powerful oblivion.
-S.Lynne 🖤