The taste of her lust lingers sweetly on her tongue Her craving for him swells into an aching need A need to indulge into her hungry appetite For... Him
Nights like this Goosebumps go alert and breathing begins to pause At the memory of his eyes speaking for his soul Soul that was pleading to be claimed
Nights like this She lay under the blanket of reminisce On the bed that was a witness, with the walls a spectator to their... Crimes Crimes that never leave beyond the doors
Nights like this She feels him and she does not mean figuratively, She feels him as much as she feels reality's burden Burden that she needs to accept The burden being that... he is not here To make another night like That again
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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