Warning: This post contains adult themes.
The chill on a summer's eve
When any blanket is too many
And you lay tangled in my hair -
When my heart
Slows to pounding
When your skin
Cools to burning
With all of your strength
Is a glassy-eyed grin as
My fingertips slide unresisting
Across your back -
Intensely fading throbbing
As I realise the heart
That I gave
Isn't mine to give.
Copyright © Aurian 2002
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