His skin was like chocolate that melted into her mouth, That perfect blend of sugar a taste she couldn’t get enough of.
His body was chiseled like a piece of art, She clawed at his chest like an eagle attacking its prey.
A love charged by only the sex and desire of wanting, Never anymore, Never any less.
Yearning but refusing to give, Her world with him was a fantasy that she devoured every second.
Until he asked for more, Her game was not meant for his reality..... He was a trophy she liked to keep on her shelf, A game she always won.