She would struggle
with his silent pause
that would trip his lower gaze
across her naked existence
watching her
burst upon the sharpest point
of indecision.
Her skin
folded like ice
from the lack of fabric
that now lay hesitantly
across the wooden boards.
She broke the conflict
between his mouth and the room
able to eradicate the thickening intention.
His body
ready to detonate her pounding heart
that was about to ignite
unforgettable emotion
that would spark his manly trigger
into action.
In a fleeting moment
her delicate crystal shattered
spilling blood onto the virgin white foundation
she adorned.
The walls moved
inside out
as if dynamite had screamed its way into their space ~
telling the world
of another open flower
sought and plucked
by unforgiving hands...
Bronze trophy winner
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