Megan Sonnier · Jun 29, 2011
Quick-Silver

Like cool water, you slip down into my heart. Your icy love an addicting pleasure to my lust. As I lay in wait for you, spread out on silk sheets of gray, merely existing for the day you set me free.

Quick-quick silver, oh my lover. How I wait-wait for your love to drench me in your glow. Carry me, so far into your darkness that I can no longer bear to breathe.

 
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