Thursday, October 21, 2010


not exactly G-rated.



She closes her eyes at night.

His words fill her ears.

His touch, in her mind, lingers.

She shudders, whispers his name.

Tonight she will not be tame.

She will not be kempt.

Exploration is the word.

Vision blurs, lines form words.

Heartbeats faster, passion is master.

Forbidden no more.

Her lips part, a smile forms.

Dreams are only dreams.

But this is exactly what it seems.

Tonight he is part of her dream.


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