In the shadows is where I saw thee,
The time seems so long ago as paths
Crossed again and again. Just recently,
Thy scent penetrated once more, lingering
More so now than ever before. I kept
Wondering to myself, where did I know
This delectable fragrance from! As I tread
Ever closer, familiarity takes hold. Dare I
Covet this aroma that is thee ... It draws
Me in, a fever grabs hold and faint I become!
Haunting memories linger within the mind
As I drop to my knees before thee. Thy blood
Beckons me, tempts me with the darkest
Pleasures that make the mind reel with passion.
I know thy touch! as thy fingers toy with
My hair and play across the sensitive flesh
Of my neck, the soul burns! Dare I give in
To this fire that rages out of control ... and
Into thy arms I fall, a lovely fall from grace
As thy lips grace my flesh. Kiss me deeply
And drink from me, speak my eyes as
I stare deeply into thee. Reap my life for thy
Own sadistic pleasures. Thy fingers have
The power to mould me into what ever
Form thy mind chooses.
(c) 2003 A Riddle
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Reviewed by Adam Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on September 5, 2003
The eroticism implied here could fill volumes. To surrender. To become one with the tempest thereby averting annihilation. What peace can be found here in this calm surrender.
The fortunate inherit riches, prestige, positive notoriety. Those not so lucky bear legacies filled with poverty, infamy or, worse yet, the unhinged insanity and murderous urges of their ancestors.
The fortunate inherit riches, prestige, positive notoriety. Those not so lucky bear legacies filled with poverty, infamy or, worse yet, the unhinged insanity and murderous urges of their ancestors.
Adam