In the Dark

With just the tick of the old slate clock....

The room was warm but black...

our hearts racing and hot blood ....

flowing between the crisp white sheets....

what else could we wish for ....

on a cold and frosty night....

our hands busy roaming each other"s flesh...

and lips locked like magnets....

their was only one summit to reach now ...

untill that volcano of lust erupted....

just pure unbridled pleasure in the still of that dark night

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