No longer in the dark, bringing it to
light,
You come out of your medieval
closet,
your sexual tendencies hang in
closely,
you swoop erratically at
twilight
to entice me into sucking your
kiss, 

Using your salival
anticoagulants, 
you keep me flowing
Countess.

Diving through a
pane,
your carnal desires cut
me
like shards of
glass,

Impaling your piercing
lust
upon my
flesh,
the bedsheets crease and
retreat.

We give into our
desires,
surreal animation, the third
level,
bringing it to
movement,
necklace and
flesh.

Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman