Silk - by Lyraine  
     
 
Silk slides
softly 
from smooth shoulders
dropping unheeded
to the floor

A movement
in exquisite silence
beckoning
a vision
by candlelight

Soft lips
caress
trailing fire
teasing taut flesh
to arousal

Slender hands
dance
to a primal rhythm
two hearts
beating in unison

Breath mingles
searing
pulses mesh
as two souls
entwine sweetly
(c) M.C. Sak 2/28/99
 
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