Sexual Darkness
By Paul B
Too many dark thoughts plague my mind A swirling mist of sexual delight Musk and dust of female flesh Heady nature and painful fire I taste your skin of scented night Your sweat upon my tongue A taste of pleasure sweet A plane of ecstatic light Grips my vision as our bodies entwine And cresting death of passioned wave Takes my being once again As you break beneath my hand Written December 31st, 2001 © on Dec 31 2001 07:54 AM PST 18 • 0 • 16
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"Too many dark thoughts plague my mind..."