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Sherrie Lee Hurd Jun 2010
Your pain, I taste it on my tongue and roll it around in my mouth
mixing it with my own agony to create a sweetness
that is simply unfathomable.
You join me in  the night and listen to my giggles
cackling and breathless playing
As the southern breeze passses over my thighs
you feel it upon your hand, a gentle caresss
I gasp, and realize that you are with me
Turning to and fro flitting between the trees
My eyes are wide, I feel you here.
Weaving between the borders of evergreen
grasping the limbs and pushing them aside.
My heart races and I catch a glimpse of something
then it is gone
Almost with me- From The Dark Faerie Journal

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