Her thoughts, most lascivious, in every way

Lips, red as cherry wine, prominently, on display

Body, laid perfectly, on a feathered bed

While concupiscent callings filled her head

Alone in the room, she impatiently waited

No aphrodisiac could have kept her sedated

Quietly, he entered, his scent filled the room

He knew her lust for him, would be her doom

September Writing Prompt – Concupiscent callings – Day 30/30 – Another month is over! It went so fast!!

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