The Art of Being Alone

The Art of Being Alone
(1/12/07)

Sitting here in my favorite darkness
Captivated by its subtle beauty
Its arms hold me tight against the blackness
I see nothing but feel everything
My body awakens with a mission
One solitary demand

I lay bathed in dark beauty
My hands find familiar ground
And the experience commences
My mind is no longer my own
I am powerless
The need in between is hungry

Fingers touch the silky wetness
My body starts to shiver
I dip them into the warmth
And bring them to my mouth
Sweet and pungent
I taste so fucking good

The darkness wraps around me
It’s the best lover I’ve ever had
I see nothing but feel everything
I’m high on lust
Drenched in sweat
As desire strikes a match inside me

The darkness knows me all too well
It holds me closer and rocks me gently
My body is no longer my own
Lost in this dark rapture
Fast breaths melt into melodic moans
And the beautiful silence is broken

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