Her voice dripped with the slow sultry ease of forbidden lust and I was lost in the wanting to know the warmth of her breath and haunted by the dark grey of her eyes and the perfect pitch black flow of her hair I often found myself waking in a dream of her soft velvet lips folded over my hard skin and whispers let lose secrets of pleasures blooming in hidden flowers just below hiked up skirts and just above loosened belts and I was wandering between the rings of Saturn and prayers for Kalypso to release the raging sea of desires flooding the echos in the chambers of my heart and finding myself being helpless to the temptation of the moment of life kissing death and gave into the eruption of self induced gratification and felt the dream slowly die between my legs as the ghost of her lips spoke with a slow sultry ease that she was only the dream of lust born from the beauty of impossible love found only in the warmth of her breath