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Jan 2012
I’m wearing a scrap of lace
It’s black
no wait, too dark
It’s white
no, too stark
It’s red
like blood
heating...

A lick, a scrape

Racing through veins
pooling in places
tracing a path into
the unknown as
your heart is
waiting to explode
with it’s frantic
beating

I’m reclining on a cloud
of heavenly fur
in front of a stone fireplace
where a fire is bathing
in a glow that rivals
the sun

my flawless skin

Firelight dancing
along soft curves
and taut muscles
Silk and satin
over
delicate
Sin

There is a look in my eye
that there is only one word
that could describe

Promise

and I’m looking
straight at you
I’ve laid myself bare
A feast, a sacrifice
one that I am only
to happy
to share
with you
Get close to me
reach out
I ache for you
to touch
what I bare
for you

...to see

But before you can
touch what you
don’t deserve
Watch me disappear
in a mist

I leave you burning

Like you left me
yearning

**Dream
a little
dream
of me
an oldie :)
Helen
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Helen  nowhere special
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