Foretaste
Palms pressed against the windows chilly glass, feet
never touching earth. Outside looking in.
Slip inside where it's warm, imaginations haven.
Sleeping angel. Long, dark hair tosseled, half
covered, beautiful face. Chest bare, strong, muscles
shadowed like eched alibaster. Voracity overwhelming,
sweet suffering. Silently at his side.
Feathery touches to a cheek, brush aside the soft mane.
Sweet tempered kisses to his brow. Immersed in desires
scent. Hearts bestir, craving, hunger aroused.
Loves specter, precious illusion. Fleeting glimpses.
Unsated passion.
Dreams dispeled, paridise relinquished.
Jagged consciousness. Morning comes...and I wait.
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