Banquet of sin

Siren Whispers


It started small

A hint of what was to come

A nibble here

A bite there

Decadent appetizers whetted their appetites

As they found their tastes were similar

And their desire to sate the palate of the other

Completely in sync

The ensuing dance of words became a sensual feast

That found them dining upon the thoughts of the other

With ever increasing frequency

A hunger unbound and given free reign

Became a banquet of sin

As desire was the meal served




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