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Pretending - Indecency of Night

Poetry By: A Stranger

What you do to me when you're gone. I've been inactive awhile so some feedback would be appreciated. I'm A LOT rusty... enjoy anyhow AS

Submitted:Nov 29, 2007    Reads: 218    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

I am oblivious

Of the level of distress

I'm in

Thrashing, body gleaming with sweat

a fitful sleep

Soothes as my eyes

Race chaotically under their lids

Your aura reaches

Even before you enter

Smiling wihtout thought

Tasting your scent

Not unlike the slow deliberate

First thrust when we begin

Our game of teasing wills

Only clad in locks

More pure than the finest silk

You descend

So bad� is my need

Desire evaporates

I look ecstacy - YOU -

Right to her soul

And succumb to passion

Her Thunder, riddled by my Lightning

Cascading winds

A pleasure expressed by too long apart....

I wake to a chilling

Tacky wetness, on my hips and stomach

My cowl of slumber

Shattered by arousal and want

Finally awake,

I chuckle, aware

Of an embarassment of adolescence

Laughing at myself

I head for the shower

Ready to pretend

You're still here.


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