touch me in the firelit shadows flame fingers patterns on your face as your fingers flame my pulse until i cannot breathe this burning air touch me in the blind darknesses cool lips of shadow sing against slumbering skin touch me in the razor light of mornings my flaws unfurled span my length and make me perfect touch me for i would wake
Copyright © 1996,1998 Kathleen Anspach Preddy
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