your name falls from my lips like a prayer
whispered into the darkness
hands caress skin, stroking my soul
riding the crests and troughs of ecstasy
sweet nectar flowing from within
your bright eyes shine through the blackness
I open mine to meet them
to greet them
to mirror the want and the need and the lust
I open my eyes and it is dark again
the hands are my own
and the nectar nothing but tears.
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