he came to me in the dark
wearing shadows
and his warmth approached me
before his touch was known
so still did I lie...
and his perfect thought
moved into my soul
weaving his mystery
into my dreams
painting my flesh
with his passion
til I became
a world of his making
that I reveled in


*be my guest*

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