By sarah iristakeroot@juno.com
Date: 31 October 2000
for all eternity
it was the smell that hit me first
as it always does
my body alerts itself to the closeness
with the tingling of skin
the raising of hairs on my neck
the scent tells me all
the texture of it
the age, how long it has been aged
my nostrils flare at the hint of it
but my body has learned to wait over the years
and patience is something that few have the power over
but that i have mastered
i can lie in wait in a room for hours, days if need be
for that perfect smell to come my way
my tongue gently hastens the saliva in my mouth
as it surrounds the cavity of my perfectly shaped
pearl teeth
i roll it over my lips in a fashion so slow
that one can only be left to desire what these lips
taste like, and how soft they might be to kiss
they may see only a gentleman, dressed in an age gone by
in his black velvet jacket, satin lapels
hair teasing my shoulders of the most golden sunset
streaked with its passion rays of crimson
crimson, the color that rules my life
colors belong to us more then we allow
but for now, i sit here, and let my bodies senses do the work
and right now, i can smell her
i smell her across the rooms, she is lounging near a fire
with a shawl covering her porceline shoulders
her thoughts are centered on how the fire leaps
how she longs to be one of those flames
dancing freely with desire, testing the air to its limits
engorging itself on oxygen, only to be made more maddened
by its demands of more
i scan down her body, seeing the fine lines of her flesh
her milky flesh that is smooth enough slide my cold hands down
without hesitation
she senses my probing of her, i see her turning her head now
searching for something in the room, her eyes questioning
the sudden sensuality that has arisen in her
she feels she must leave her spot by the fire, searching for a face
maybe?
a instinct? a feeling she knows she is drawn too
yet she is unaware of me in this room, this dark room
with my fingers held contemplatingly upon my chiseled jaw
i lead her to me
if only through a slight suggestion that she cannot grasp
i have it now, her metallic taste
the surging of her loins, as she comes to me
the sudden dampness that has sprung between her thighs
as she spies me sitting quietly, studying her
my angel
i see her breasts tremble, and her nipples arise
her breaths have become more hastened as we stare at one another
in sweet ecstasy
my unseen hands part her thighs and tease her
invisble fingers working over a body to supple i have yet
to compare her to another
her passion has been mounting since she was a young girl
unbridled in her thoughts as to any woman who would dare assume
that was just a lady in waiting
she comes to me an innocent
finally as her lips find their way to me across this room
she is set free
she comes to me with a full heart
her body swayed by her heat
and now she is mine
for all eternity
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