Velvet on my skin,
The unholy union of tired flesh and ecstasy;
Sighing in the midst of nothing less than a liquid embrace.

Like my lungs desire oxygen, it is my soul that craves it.
Needs it.
The insatiable longing to delve into the depths overwhelms me, my senses–
Pleasure befalls me
As I feel it drip through my hair, my face, my being;
Like diamonds under a hot summer day….

Ahh.
I yearn.

–Β “Free”

LL.

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