standing against the wall
proud, withdrawn
silently looking
waiting, watching...
I try to read your face
eyes giving nothing away
your face like stone
chiseled into a
smile-less mask
I come to you
I need to touch you
Press my body against you
while I lose my fingers
in your vast forest
of thick brown hair
Run my tongue
across your bottom lip
tasting your juices
making me drunk
fever rising inside me
You turn me
Push me against the wall
your heat flowing over me
like a wave of power...of sex
making me dizzy, weak kneed
You whisper in my ear
that you will control me
you will take me
crave me
Your eyes bore into me
searching for painless
endeavors, non-committed
feasts of pain and pleasure
As you look into my
large brown eyes
somehow you know
that all there will be is
truth, patience, pleasure
You know that I have come for you
Your face breaks
stone falls away
leaving a thick, rich
beautiful smile
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