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The First Night
You shed your clothes like autumn leaves, and I, watch in trembling awe, as you, naked, stand. You smile, so chilled, like autumn nights, and I want you more than I by any rights should. You touch my skin like … Continue reading
(Good) Night
In the darkest moments of night is when you visit me, is when I feel the shivering, trembling and wanton touch of your sensuality…. Wrapped in Slumber’s embrace I give myself to you, I whisper you name again and again, … Continue reading
At Night I think of you
And when I think of you, I see you wearing Night, the cool colours that contour to your sensuality. Have I ever seen you during the day? When the Sun nourishes you, and your soul suffers so? No when I … Continue reading