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FireWalker -> RE: Come into My Darkness (5/26/2005 2:58:49 PM)
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Thank you roe,
It is always nice to know that there are others out there that understand at least some of My shadows.
I wrote this the other night after a weekend of play that was both public and private. Every now and then something seems to just fall from Me onto the keys of this computer, after some really good play.
I sat thinking, reflecting on the weekend and found Myself viewing the public and the private in an almost voyueristic way. I could see couples as they began their own kind of dance. I was walking unseen through them all while Mine got ready to receive My attention. Silently and effortlessly I moved and watched as hands touched, caressed, and pulled hair. As they picked up what ever their body and mind needed. Pleasure filled cries and moans, bodies twisting and turning. The sound of breathing that came quickly and then was held. The smell of hot and arroused flesh. Each connection one of rapture. Lost souls, found...
I stood watching Mine as he prepared, his body Mine to take and as he waited and watched the others I came behind him and with My knife drawn I cut his clothes from him, his body perfectly still I leaned up and whispered just as in the poem and took him by the hair to the darkness... I breathed him into Me and he in turn breathed Me deeper than before. Tears laced with freedom and joy were shed, I drank them and was intoxicated.
Some nights are sweeter than others, that night was sinful...
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