by Lee A. Barron
Internal heat permeated epidermal layers of lust; melting flesh upon flesh. They bathed in the magma of forbidden decadence - hypnotic, beguiling, seductive. It was foreign this touch. He had never felt it with the senses. In dreams maybe: but, then he'd awaken.
Religious mores taught this was sinful. Eros was not to be spoken, or thought conceived. His palm had felt the smack of a ruler too many times for much less. She was ravishing ~ the way she moved, smiled at him in delight. Her allure was reconstructing his limbic system. All resistance was lost. He relished the burn.
Evening carried them through stages of ecstasy. The liquid eyes that held his gaze, the pointed lips that whispered his name, the flaxen locks that brushed his skin, entranced him. Nothing else mattered than his desire to hold and devour her forever. When they finished she left him as molten. Just as the flesh, the soul too had been touched, and he slept contentedly. Silently she vanished, leaving him in ruination... he would be forever imprisoned by Aphrodite's touch.
(Bio: just me - love words/previously published works in The Heart Book Series.)