Release Me
By Emmerson
Frayed pages of pure delight, Lay crumpled on my bed. Nights of dreams in vision, Held within the whispered nightmares Of my head. Words softly spoken, Caressed across my limbs. Undressed within a fantasy, Lain naked in a truth. Wield me as your slave, With your sword force me to. Wake me into reality, Release me from this truth. Feed upon the honey, That soaks through the pores of my skin. Taste the thoughts of ancient, Desire dripping from my chin. Naked I stand before you, Veiled only in my sin. Slowly remove cloths so fine. Discover all that I am. Touch these hands of ice, Warm them with your flame Ignite me in your passion. Then watch as the edges frey. Release me; Capture me in your sin. Written March 18th, 2002 © on Mar 18 2002 11:41 AM PST 18 • 0 • 16
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