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Mar 2012
I heard you liked them wild
So I showed up not knowing what to do
But willing
The dark seat of your eyes bore into mine
I was nervous and shaking
Give in to me
A coaxing whisper from the shadows
Slid with a shiver over the translucent curve of my neck
How could I possibly find the strength to resist that voice
It dripped full and wet with aching softness
Desperation
My heart skipped beats, fluttered like crazy
Anything for you
The words hung between us
I watched as you ran your tongue over sharp teeth
Debating
Pounce
My head rolls back, moaning
Losing my grip
Harder I couldn't get enough
Too hard and I will rip you in two your reply calms the struggle
Shuddering hard at your touch, fingertips trailing
Your soft laugh at my eagerness is sweet
Full of fire and light
Swallowing me whole in the longest night I've ever known
Give in to me
Falling hard for wishing stars by the soft glowing of candle flame
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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     Taru Marcellus and Wanderer
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