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03 February 2004 - 12:56 pm

a secret impression of lust


i wake for you
all hot and cold shivering skin
your breath...the evening air
my skin, breasts tingle
and prick
under your hands

slide the covers down
further
over quiet curves, hips

and pause

your lips heat
for one moment
precise and delicious
my arching to your mouth
those inches of soft, moist
my stillness broken

a flick of your tongue

tear the covers away
from me, my sleep, the mattress
sheets tossed into the corner

i am exposed to you

your eyes
lips fingers pinch

led by your hands, i follow

and we creep
past their closed bedroom door
naked in the night
in this unfamiliar place
their apartment in the sky

everything is changed

once familiar wood chills my feet
couch leather, liquid, languid
moans and strokes our calves as we pass

our bodies imprinted on glass
pressed full length
he is behind me
humping, swelling, ready to fuck
a secret impression of lust

and we slide silent
out into the evening air
nipples pin prick

the world ripples underneath our feet

thousands of eyes
roll and swell
streets radiate out from us
waterfall into the waves
seep down into the bay's blackness

and you
fucking me out into that space

mid-air wind whisks ankles
burgundy spirals stretch
and i float up and out

my waist, wrists
pressed against metal
the balcony railing
my reeling

and teeth on my neck
the sharp hook of your cock
holds me safe
securely rooted to you
my world
as everything i see
crashes crumbles down
into your ocean


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