Erotic kisses wake me from a dream.
Lost in two fogs, I'm not sure where I am.
Are you the same old someone that you seem?
Or did I conjure you from Morpheus' land?
Your fingers trace a path upon my spine.
He enters me and opens me to touch.
You stroke my breasts and nibble 'til I whine.
He torments me with strokes when I crave thrusts.
Somehow I've lost the truth of real and smoke.
As you both take me, I'm just at the brink.
Then one of you is gone, and, my eyes closed
I try to guess which one, but I can't think.
My eyes stay glued, so I don't lose the spark;
this kind of lust is better in the dark.
dawn 10/14/11
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