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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I watched as the dark grew around his eyes. He came through the window, Stepping like a shadow. He was the night, he was the ghost, he was the Unaided fighter as he reached for my side. And I so desperately wanted to caress his masked face. His pace was noiseless and so attractive, Yet death was nearer with every step, I thought. Still, I didn’t care if my life would have ended That night, stolen by the elusive ninja… I wanted him even closer. He quickly searched the inside of his shozoku, Only to reveal a deadly suriken. Breathless, as he approached, I stood there, Not wanting to disenchant from his spell. With one blow, the suriken ripped The shoulder of my nightgown. Flowing red stained my pillow And it felt so real. Oh, how I wanted his knife at my throat, Me, his target of the night, And how I sighed when he drew His katana. With one lethal strike I would have Plunged on the floor, choking for my last breath, Yet he gently traced the contour of my Trembling chin… trembling, but only for his touch. My tears sparkled in the cold, hard steel As I sensed his breath arising. I only heard his samurai chuckle and with no warning He hurled his sword back into the dark. We both moaned in anxious passion When he bore my hand into a painful Wrist lock. I did not care, I did not see, I did not feel anything aside The dark-haired ninja over my hips. Our mangled bodies mirrored in the shiny steel of his forgotten blade, His chest crowning over mine, His hands fondling in my hair, down to my aroused breasts. Two naked bodies trapped in my jujitsu legs. A ninja so dark, so passionate, so fast, He gently pulled aside my hidden Sai from under the cushion. He kissed my breasts, my wrists, my hair, My lips… My shoulder, he patched with his soothing mouth. We locked in kiss so quickly, his tongue Bitter from my blood, snapping at my neck And torso while he pushed inside me, deeper. Invisible in the dark, he loved me In endless ways, my fragile ninja rested On the top of my chest. I stroked his hair in content and silence, Not even knowing his name. A dark-haired ninja lay over my hips When dawn came chewing at our lashes. I then turned, not to see his figure, Relying on my silent samurai Of the dusk that I’ll go back to sleep And he’ll go back to black. © 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
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