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By Blue Song Date: 2003 Oct 02 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.02.17.43.13774]] |
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out of the mists darkness crawls bold beautiful ebony trawls for wayward women flighty souls and a gem so lost apart from the cold fires damped yet never defeat ever shows darkness waits for her to greet hello my lady my the shadows breathe warmth rises slow over her feet sweet you would taste... shadows growl along an ankle kiss of lips so hot felt... blaze of a finger tip traces slow a calf shadows chuckle to darker selves... and of she paralyzed in her way feeling these shadows touch and even more feeling her own fires light a torch to destroy these shadows if only shadows be yet darkness has breathed upon her thighs with flame cooking deep within as the heat continues to rise up her flesh to places light seldom sees and the darkness reigns supreme with the kiss of simple desire multiplying so very readily from her own lips we find darkness itself weeps |