conscious of your being your closeness in the darkness
Tag: fantasy
summer the first drops of drizzle almost like fire
pleasure is the only dream that this flesh answers to
cold waves in orbit of your soft hips
thrill of the peril the flesh says more
in measured breaths we survive this summer night
dark before dawn counting the steps to oblivion
swear fealty to the designs of your pale flesh
dim the moonlight the clouds stutter and struggle to rain
more names for the disease as the pleasure grows