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By greysky Submitted by greysky Date: 2001 May 18 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.18.04.05.11644]] |
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I knew fire in younger days when still green enough to singe not burn. Yet burn I did un-known for this lady who had made my life paradise lived in hell. Smokey eyes giving a hint, dusky flesh so warm, a walk to ignite her shape to flame, a voice to fan that blaze. In nights darkness, inferno created, passion heated, bodies boil, Her touch a torch to blackened nerves from repeated, repeated, repeated, far cry from love, more bestial than sex. Bodies ground fighting against release wanting to merge by shear friction alone. Spent but not enough wanting more, spent yet some how erect, brusing of skin with pounded might, raw from the friction, unsatiable need. I new fire in younger days... |