“Ask not for my heart, but do not reject my flesh.”
“But you belong to another. Is that not his ring on your finger?”
“Still your hands linger. You cannot deny that my desire is matched by yours.”
Soft gentle breaths bearing the scent of berries
From lips glossed a similar color
Tender flesh traversing hard muscles
Calloused palms exploring arcs and curves
Strong arms steady frame against frame
Her voice gentle, yet scorching
“You will not deny me your lips.
Afterall, it was you who unlocked my gates.
Your milk, the very first that watered my gardens.”
Voice husky, choking on his flames
“I intended that it be the only milk you ever were to taste”
Interrupting, her fingers trace his lips
A gardener should never leave his garden unattended.”
His retort is slippery ice
“I suppose a flower cannot be kept from bees.”
Flesh against flesh, hard and fast
The sound of a woman’s fury
Slender fingers imprinted upon ruddy cheek
In between forced breaths
Words fly from between her teeth
“There have only been two.
You and him.
And that’s how it’ll stay.
Now take me
And humiliate me no further.
For my body belongs to you
But my soul is his.”