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A blindfold of black silk across your closed eyes.
I speak softly to you as if to reassure.
My hand touches yours and I lift it to the satin of my lips.
You smell and feel of all things wonderful.
Your bottom lilp quivers slightly before you nervously bite it.
You hold back thoughts I long to read.
I place my hands on your skin.
Warm like fire, yet unfamiliar as your dark journey continues.
Just as you dreamed on nights, desire unfilled.
Your breath quickens as I touch.
You moan as my tongue traces every inch of your skin.
It is fitting I am in black on this fateful night.
6/14/2005 11:23 am
In the darkness, images|
Fleeting shapes of memories
Each sound brings one
Each smell brings another
Each touch yes one more
Familiar unrelated images
In the darkness, vision