Sleepwalking Into Your Memory
I sleepwalk naked...
straight into the memory of you
curved along a crescent moon
dripping its magic of stars falling in the midnight sky
opening wide corridors of delight stretched along my skin…
moist against your touch...
releasing passionate desires into the night
I breathe in your fire -in trapped, raw edges
of your passion burning bright
slipping out- against eager, bare skin
peeled back along skeletal details
along the moon’s golden path
moving silently through the night
I quiver...
back arched upon cupids bow
pulled tight by your fingers of love
tracing moonbeams that dance upon my skin
stripped naked in your flame
begging you to quench my thirst
that eagerly lies waiting within
As I sleepwalk into your memory
Remembering the sweet touch of your skin
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