Velvet Intent

Velvet Intent

The wanton letters whisper sweet heart beats as she reads on,
Dressed in crimson velvet,
A single silver chain down her chest,
She sits cross legged in her chair,
Attempting to drown out the ignorant desire,
The lust for the man who writes to her.

So far away,
Yet somehow close,
Through scribbled letters,
Forming thoughts of love.

And as she reads on,
She remembers that night not too long ago,
Where they met,
The two of them locked tight in each others arms,
The release of velvet off of her fragile body.

She could feel him in that second of thought,
His beard against her skin,
His beautiful hazel brown eyes,
The hug,
The kiss,
And how the velvet questioned her intent.