25: Vision

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night gathers dark around me

holds me tightly in the gloom

promises to stay with me

keep me locked in this cocoon

strangely oddly you appear

wearing only silken lace

why does this room smell like fear?

you move with unexpected grace

float across the darkened floor

slip right through where i'm laying

sending shivers through my core

desperately now i'm praying

yet what am i praying for?

your body speaks of heaven

but i know there'll be more

once you begin your session

it always starts out so nice

your wispy touch on my skin

trailing hints of higher heights

my god how long has it been?

you make me crawl on my knees

and make me give you pleasure

remind me not to displease

or you will take your measure

your nails rake down on my back

as you guide me through my plight

using my body like a rack

a toy to bring you to delight

and when i can take it no more

you finally give me release

then fade away through the door

leaving me to an aching peace.

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