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Eidolon Sex

(written with JohnFeddeler)

freshly showered, dressed all in black and see-thru lace
his favorite fragrance, dabbed in all the right spots
liquid sex in a bottle he calls it...

visions of enchantment flood my mind as I retreat
to the bedroom, Lying seductively on the bed, the door
opens My heart flutters, needing to feel your warmth...

you float in, eyes walking over my wanton body seeing the
lust darken your eyes, I move slightly feeling your hand in the
small of my back and your hot breath on my cool flesh...

...she closes her eyes, and she feels his hand upon her.
the darkness wraps her, and the moon will not intrude.
a ghost can be made of perfect flesh, in the divine dark.

calloused hands upon her softness, earth breaker's hands,
that know the torrid regions of her skin, love's landmarks.
her body is an altar to sex, as his kisses anoint her.

she moves for days thru life's actuality, content.
until she falls again. her desire becomes a dominant master,
and her lover returns to her, when she closes her eyes...