She comes to my room
Quiet as a dream
Night is filled with wolves
She is dark like opal orgasms
Shadows of gossamer nipples
I feel her breath of moonlight
Wet tides crash on the window
She is more erotic than death
Sensual invisible manicure
I am chained by a daunting kiss
Her eyeliner indigo blue
She carries a thick black whip
Her stiletto heels kissed
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