Amethyst dreams and smokey gray mirrors.
Spidersilk whispers reaching through the dark.
Touched by satin cream, caressed by milk pale skin.
Soothed so easily with honeyed words.
Gentle lips kiss me tender, heavy hands hold me near.
Drowning in a gaze of warm spring waters.
Tantalized by the sweep of raven dark hair.
Shivering with softly pressing desire.
Lost like the barest moonlit trickle in a midnight pool.
Calmer than a silverglass sea.
Far too bad it's only a distant dream.
A.J. Downey
01-25-2001
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