Winds howled in night’s sinful hands corrupt love danced without remorse devilish eyes tethered him her female form shameless in nudity and power bodies worshipped in unholy freedom nothing sacred in lust’s dark wicked chill of her unrighteous moans heightened his pleasure with every thrust until licentious euphoria grabbed his soul screams of final pleasure […]

via Just A Wicked Night — Midwest Fantasy Writes