by T.M. Gray

Hurry to the midsummer meadow!
You belong to the flame
and I am supreme surrender--
we bind our passion in wicked fantasy
made real by the demons of our delirium
When fingers worship
and mouths seek aching flesh...
(God, I shudder!)
Smothered in your love,
my own arousal
is drunk on sensuous screams.
We desire the naked darkness.
Drink deeply of the nymph--
the rough thrust
makes her quiver.
So desperate to gratify,
we are sweet creatures
bathed by luscious fever
and drenched in silken sweat.
You plummel and conquer,
mastering this creamy altar of flesh

You call me your lady
but I am no blushing maiden.
I'll ravish and devour
the feast that is you.


(c) 2000 T. M. Gray, All Rights Reserved

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