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And he would come out of the shadows,
slippin, slippin ore my silk and lace draped window sill,
But I knew before he was there, that soon, oh not soon enough,  
he would be here, oh blessed night he would be here.

For all that I was burned with a flaming desire that was as a stamp on my soul
for him as I stood poised as unto a Grecian statue
in an ivory silk sheer gown, one in which I had been sleeping.

A moan escaped my lips as I felt him in my blood to be near,
I had slid from the sheets and stood there awaitin, awaitin,
my entire being trembling for him only to appear.

In my bedroom chamber there did I stand
bearing in my blood a desire felt long before
I ever knew such depths of encouunter could ever be felt
by mortal emotions that did by nature true stand.

Then ore my window sill he did silently enter my most private of chambers,
but it was ours, made public the first night I to him gave my surrender.
His eyes found mine, I found his,
and I drowned in the pools of the ebbing ripples
endless tides of the depths of darkness therein.

Down and down I went into the pools of tidal whirling of blackness
an emptiness that he was offering in that gaze,
loosing myself at first, then finding myself wrapped with him again in them.

Then he reached for me and my hand found his palm,
fingers joined with fingers as they intertwined -
"Hush, it is alright" were the only words he said
but they were like music, nae a full concerto in my head, in my heart
lo unto them my body did a dance of surrender
as my soul let him lead me down once more to the path of eternal dark forever more.

Dance we did in the depths of the night,
as I felt his teeth begin to penetrate the sweet but oh so ripe tender flesh,
only after the sweet sweep of his lips there,
not but a moment ago and my blood did ignite into full fire
as he took me in his arms whole.

"Create in me that that you will, I am yours this I offer up to you,
make me in your arms all you can desire, take me,
make me as you, make me yours for all time now."

And his answer was the sweetest penetration known,
and when he was done he gave of himself to me
making me his own and I marveled at the heights of passion that I could reach
in the arms of this Master, my Dark Lord,
my Love forever in his embrace I would dance with him evermore........

k
2/16/06
Passion lives in my dreams
It lives in the places where ancient love was greatest
Passion is a name I whisper in the dark as a prayer low
Passion knows who he is, if he listens he can hear me call him oh so sweetly so.


This was inspired by the following [link]
I hope he finds it worthy.
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