Gazing out onto the thundering summer storm, her reverie takes her to another time, another place, another age of men where the voracity of her passion, the nuances of her femininity, the intricacies of her heart, mind and body, her very soul, are craved, caressed and loved.

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Let me lead you
Away
Astray

Let me lead you
Night
Day

Let me lead you
Body
Mind

Let me lead you
Take you
Make you
Mine

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You say you want me
You say you need me
Through growls and whispers
Taunting, teasing
Through touch and kiss
Possessing, intoxicating
Come take me now
Don’t keep us waiting

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In the flicker of an eye, she appears before him in the low-lit entrance, dressed in the deepest midnight black, as if conjured from the innermost recesses of his base imaginings. Guided by the seductively guttural moan of the jazz trumpet, she languidly slinks to the wall, pressing her petite frame into the stucco, her long fingers beginning the slow release, teasing open each clasp to reveal the satin, the lace and the firm, ready flesh to his transfixed gaze.

Moving toward her with an ease that betrays nothing of the urgency rising up inside him, he curls his hand around the growing swell straining the tailored suiting, relishing the fiery passion his intensely masculine arousal ignites, savouring his powerful hold over this rapacious woman.

Yet, as her look once again joins his, as the raspy breath escapes her glistening mouth, as she sensually strokes the swollen slickness down below, as she opens herself up for him, to him, his possession dissolves in an instant, her dangerous shadows unwittingly drawing him in, her unbound desire wordlessly calling him into her velvet web.

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The shadow, the light
Unify and divide
They spread me open
Stretch me wide
They call for your sliding, gliding
Electrifying touch
They long for the slow, teasing journey
Up the silken line
To the velvet
To the pulse
To the heat
Of my desire

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Take me to the place
Where the men are mad
And clad in well-cut cloth

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Traverse the land
Cross the sea
Come here
Lie close
Hide away with me

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In gilded glow, in shadows deep
The yearning for your soft caress
Lingering kiss, possessing flesh
Smoulders, burns
Devastates me