Silently upon the night of the whispers you came.
To touch what was within my soul,
to feel what was within my very being.
Softly feeling his breath upon my cheek,
seeking that feeling upon the nape of my neck.
So long ago felt,
having the needs of the desire met.
Yet only in the mind’s eye,
only to be a dream.
Star-crossed lovers across dimensions,
of times gone by.
Tears upon the pillow as the reaching through dreams,
Carry the passion to such an intensity,
It is surreal,
for if it were real…
That if it were real,
It would burn with the pain of every needle.
Piercing your soul.
That touch; if administered, should remain in the mind,
for that of your lover fair.
That height of passion,
that draws your breath neigh,
That upon the softest of whispers shivers through,
Your very spine.
Shattering all reality when one…
Steps out of the shadows,
the dream becoming a reality,
Knowing that a life turns and twist; lead you back.
To the dream within the requiem of your mind.
The thought of the touch.
That shatters the very being within.
You long for yet,
yet you know.
With the pleasure comes the pain.
As the curtains shift upon the light of the day,
the kiss is just but a whisper upon the wind
The thought of expression
Of your mind and body orgasming,
from the memory of the first sight
That touch on the hand,
the look from across the room,
that moment that one enters into
Knowing, that
passion,
Desire exist.
To have it ripped open,
Exposed,
Naked for all to see.
Yet you stand,
deliver back what comes to you.
Within that one breath.
Traveling down the side of the cheek…
Softly…
Slowly…
as the fingers trace
to the neckline…
The breath following,
Slowly,
your breath taken in exchange.
That desire.
That touch.
That breath upon the nape of the neck.
As you welcome the pain,
if only…
To have the passion.

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