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Twin Flame Dance:

Born to the night in the cry of wolves,

We are….inked lovers spilling secrets, under velvet skies,

Shrouding the night in silver spools;

The season of silver silence, hangs upon shades of silken soul,

This midnight offering, a white entice;

My hair shimmers brightly, a wet fleece of gold, of shadow and starlight,

And shimmering hues, emerald and sapphire breathe kindred embers into the bellows of passion;

Challenging the flame that burns; entwined....

 

Whispered intrigue lays in the crescent of moon,

In an eminent blaze of sweetest surrender

Unborn whispers lie entwined with heated petals, silken;

We shiver....I shiver,

I am warm arms embraced;

Your lips hard yet soft against my side,

The feel of flesh warmed to a rising flame...

 

The long moon steps into midnight;

My ******* full of your hands as candles, pour hard against the ebon fall,

Luscious to the hush of soft smiles

Steeled eloquence flows in ribbon ripples;

Winter sown, blood quilled, in midnights cast;

Cloaked in beautiful, shadow's bed a bouquet of lacy foxglove...

 

Eyes closed and deep of breath,

Moistness seeps the sugared flower, and longing surges deep;

Shudder me wicked, drench me quick;

The wildness swirls inside as he moves like a shadow over my heart

His tongue eager to swim the gushing urge;

Touching, slick-slide, the soothe of smooth fingers slip past softness;

Lips cross, moist to moan me quick, sliding to quivers.

Thigh's whispering and heart pounding ,

Soft, the wind blows, tapping walls, fingers dancing

And shadow sways to moonlight...

Velvet-soft, the sweet of tongue's mesh,

Fire burning,

The tips of breast's aroused by the touch of a slow hand lover;

Your tongue gently rolls, wet and burning hot,

Hungrily, it feeds diving deep, and sandalwood spires upon the malachite air,

And burning murmurs the silent song, pleasures

Your flame to touch me hot, softly hard,

Against the darting quivering rose, stokes sweet, the flame of conjure....

I weep as you strain to slay this huntress of indolent submission;

Descending into darkness, I squirm upon your touch, lifting my altar upon your hunger,

Eyes lost to ecstasy, the flow quickens from abyssal moans;

Overflowing with need, release bound by gold shattered stars

Suckling whispered thoughts;

With us, for us, in us, in dreams, in thoughts, in love

....And in....time my love..................

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Written by
janette
English
Published
Aug 8, 2012
Lines·Words
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His rain, has become my decadent addiction.........where my thoughts manifest into tangible words, written slowly over his flesh........laced with twilights absolute surrender drowning, in the renewal of his liquid seduction....grasping, frantic starless wishes in hand....chasing shadows...I curl to myself, longing for your darkness...falling into a cradle of need finding myself ...rocked alone..... J

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