
Kat Copeland
Wanderlust
She felt him penetrate the depths of her mind, A euphoric high no other could reach. She craved his stimulation, An insatiable carnal hunger. His words lingered in her soul. Warming the cold spot beside her. A fleeting comfort, Found in whiskey. Whispers of a secret forgotten. A hesitant acclimation of truth. Will he soothe her like whiskey? Encapsulating and transient? Does he dare reach into darkness? A man consumed with wanderlust. To rip her soul apart with words. And caress her broken pieces. All my love, ~Kat