in the midst of of a summer storm

ethereal skies

hold dreams

of smooth cream skin and

steel gray eyes

looking to me...through me

the liquid center

breathes secondhand

sex

in storm cloud hues

of shadows personified

begging in silent torment

yearning to sate the tweaker's fiend

fill the void in lightning rod

precision

a surgical incision

ceasing inhibitions

turning sand to

glass sculpture beautiful

where the act becomes the art

of nightshade maneuvers

glistening truth in tips and tails

while spinning heads

in the grasp

of frenzied desire

watch me move in midnight thunder

clapping heaven's approval

in waves of sound

that writhe from you through me

sliding slopes of passion

into stasis...satiated

seeking slumber

beneath

ethereal skies

holding dreams

of smooth cream skin and

steel gray eyes

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