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I spend each day
behaving
respectably,
I do the things I must.

But all the while
inside of me
resides the secret self.
Adventurous experiments,
passionate expectations,
fulfilling excitations.

Tonight
at this moment
I let those feelings take hold of me
and my body moves with different rhythm.

* * *

I bath in waters of desire.
Eyes trace my contours.
Luscious lust singes my skin.
Racing pulse & quickened breath.
Hands reach out,
pull me close.
Hardness penetrates my folds.
Anticipation waits in the wings.

I taste the rich flavour of decadence,
tangy temptation touches my tongue
while electricity tingles my skin.
Sunlight plays upon naked flesh.
The threat of being burned is the thrill.

One light of passion is extinguished,
two others burn bright.
The second enters my darkness,
flares higher,
flashed,
fades.

The final torch soon smoulders.
Of white hot passions
only cooling embers remain.

* * *

They are gone now,
taking erroneous beliefs in their wake.
Believing they had me.
In fact, I consumed their passion,
broke their rigidness
and left them exhausted & spent.

While I merely hunger for more.

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copyright Skippy / Adrian Smith -- 2000
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