She stands in the light
Of my dying twilight
Eyes glowing
With
Mystery and dead innocence
I am charmed
Pained and enthralled by her
touch
Breath baited as I turn
To recieve her kiss
No one knows
She smiles and take my hand
it is time
Make you mine
Her eyes are flickering
Hungery, lusting
And she lays me down,
Body gently holding me
I sigh, mouth open, trembling
Estatic,
As she take her time,
Touching me,
Pushing me,
I dig my nails into her back
Growling
To much
To fast
The pain of loosing,
finding her again
I scream
Confused
Thin, bony fingers press
Silencing my confused protest
As she rocks my body
Our curves perfectly melded together
In the hush of amber lights
Filtering through the hotel
Windows
I am whole.
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