Silk

Its the morning again...
Lying intently
On a bed of roses
Pretences fufilled
Within sheets of black
Red lips swollen
In my arms
A secret love
Away from prying eyes
Inside of the contours of the mind
No explanation needed
Just the union hearts
Edge of a blade cannot satisfy
The yearning for a touch
Like new silk
Against fiery flesh
a supernova
Taken by the chosen
One

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