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All is dark, no light, no view.
Shiver-sensing, reaching out, soft cloth masks all sight.
Awaiting touch, spirit seeks for him.
Ice cold drop falls on heated skin,
A moan as water coldly burns.
Eager flesh rises, hardens, chilled and yearning.
Steamy breath warms icy bud,
Moan and sigh, flame banishes ice.
Tongue dances along rippled bud,
Fingers grasp, a twist, a sigh
Senses reel, moisture grows.
Heavy fullness lifted in gentle palm to eager lips.
Bud drawn in, gently sought.
Writhe, feeling skin on skin,
Sweaty bond joins heated bodies.
Merest seconds, then alone again,
Anticipating the next sensation.
4/1/2006 9:52 pm
*holds out a black satin blindfold and a bowl of icecubes* I am game if you are! Love the poem!|