by
Torrena "Torri" Dye

In my fantasii
. . . like a caliginous second skin . . . you wear the night . . .
The stars, your crown and SweetSista moon serves as your insignia
'cause you are
the Sun
and
You warm your way into my system . . . like Atropine
. . . or perhaps . . . Belladonna
Hell . . . they say the only difference between medicine and poison is the
dosage
. . . is it my life ?. . . or is it my death?
I'll take what you give of yourself
. . . It's all good . . .
and it's all . . .
your call.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
. . . and in my fantasii
I kneel before you . . . and like still water
I first absorb . . . then reflect
your FelinesqueFyre
'cause you see . . . you steal into my
. . . private thoughts
. . . a living leather and lace aphrodisiac
inviting me to the heaven within you . . .
They say . . . be careful what you ask for
. . . 'cause you just might get it . . .
but when alone with myself
. . . exploring private secrets . . . within secret places
I dream . . . I desire . . .
and I always ask for more . . .
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
. . . because in my fantasii
you come to me . . . a night raven
singing your vesperal hymn in my ear
a moist whisper keeps time within my loin
you slip into my mind . . . evoking unbearable pleasure
delicious impatience
They say . . . good things come to those who wait
. . . I close my eyes . . .
caress my dreams and anticipate
. . . the finalé . . .
. . . the Indigo Implosion
. . . that is you.

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