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STEEL
a steel rose has thorns
like any other
but it will not wither and die
and when placed within
a blood red bouquet
it's sure to catch one's eye
just thinking this
i stare into yours
so deep and distant
light bouncing off
as if from cold
steel
you lean over me
and my head tips back
as your hot breath caresses
the hollow of my throat
then your lips are suddenly there
moving up to my jaw
mouthing my chin
and going to devour my lips
you taste so sweet
parting our breath is in rasps
your hands whisper down
to between my thighs
i can't stop my moan
i love you so much...
you look at me intensely
daring me to breathe
my chest is heaving
but the air is still
and then your fingertips graze
where i ache to be touched
and my lips meet yours
with bruising force
the rest is a whirl
clips and phrases of pleasure
passion
and my eyes flutter open to the morning sun
rays danicing across
the steel rose
reflecting on my mirror
and under the canopy of my bed i lay alone
with these dreams in my head...