Let’s go someplace quiet.
Just you and I.
Slide into this fantasy with me. Shut your eyes and open your skin.
Listen to my warmth mon poison.
Touch. Skin. Soft.
Do you feel the air? Thick with sweet whispers chanting songs of passion?
My head is spinning.
I can taste your scent.
Where is your outline in this dark ecstasy?
Mouth. Silk. Cream
Come closer. Tear through this wall of heat between us.
My heart is light, floating over cotton clouds beneath it.
My head is spinning.
I am hungry for your skin.
Quivering. Love. Want.
Let’s go someplace quiet.
Just you and I.
I am drunk with desire.
Douse my longing.
This evening it went through my mind to write about my lover. And yet I won’t do it. Such power has prejudice. I have been freed from it, but I think of those enslaved under whose eyes these words may pass. And I stop.
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