Dark Wings

Comfort found in the folds

of his dark wings

Hearts racing fast and steady

blood rushing through every vein,

pumping faster and faster

Waiting for that final kiss

that most precious gift

given at the most dark moment

Lips drawn together

passions unleashed hearts

beating a little faster

Flesh meets warm flesh

feeling moist and tender

young and sweet

Blood flows freshly from me

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© 1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003 All rights reserved by Jeanne Gillott

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