To Call My Own

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I lie in the thick of desolate darkness naked between satin sheets...craving the touch of Her delicate fortress sweating and gritting my teeth,when the airs grown so still come to wake me remind me of where I should be...envelope Your body around me I know we're entirely free, crawl onto my bed in the quiet awaken me with your tongue...my body raging with fire the scent of You filling my lungs, You whimper my name in the darkness when all we have's too much to bare...I'll cradle Your face on the pillow as into these wide eyes I stare, She twists in the sheets like a child burning and shaking around me...skin beneath Her nails and courage prevails to hold me so deeply inside Thee. beholding one teary-eyed angel I'll love Her with all that I've got, knowing when morning comes that She'll leave me abandoned my stomach in knots...glimpses of Her porcelain skin taunt me like turning the thorn in my side, She kneeds me with poison and acid until I have nothing to hide...The strength I posess in this body as Shes hovering over my chest, I shiver and tremble beneath Her knowing I'm doing my best...What I wouldnt have done for a kiss then rewarding my palpating heart, She leaves me exposed and I'm bound there restrained and rope cutting my arms...how She loved to feel She was needed like a goddess in leather and lace, and to say the least I'm the better Man for whiping the tears from Her face...Now on my own I'm worthy of having someone to call Mine...and holding one's love in the palm of My hand is a relick which I'm left to find...

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