A little photo inspired poetry by yours truly

Hook. Line. Sinker.

The hook – her smile
The line – her poetry
The sinker – her man

Between the stars and sparkle…he knew his way home.

She fed him love. Soothed his soul. Empowers his mind. Elevated his soul.

None of his defenses were worn in her presence.

Bare honesty her royal decree.

Seeing her legs perched gracefully in fishnets, sparkly and lovely, he wondered how he got so lucky.

Tonight. He’d show her. Not his prowess. Not his rage. Just his tenderness.

She would feel his soul. His gratitude for being raptured in her web of love.

His hands would explore with hunger. His tongue devour with dedicated devotion.

Each nibble a prayer of gratitude. Each bite a taste of salacious appetite.

She’s going to know how much his life depends on hers. She’s going to savor his appreciation.
Standing in the doorway, watching her smiling playfully, legs encased on the headboard, he knew he was hooked on her line and was the sinker.
Photo: exclusive of @_victoriadee
Words: by me
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p.s.: I’m doing good. Been ultra busy offline. Will be returning later this year with new posts. For now, thank you for being such loyal fans!! Miss you all