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The lights are turned down, Candle flames flicker gently in the dark your softly accented voice reaches out to me through the night. Pulling me out of my reverie to the here and now. Your sensual voice warms me, strokes me, caresses me like a touch; so gentle, and so intimate, reaching deep inside where I am most sensitive. You know just what I need and am afraid to voice, giving it to me before I even ask. I want to tell you everything; All my secrets; things I've never dared tell another living soul. I feel I can tell you anything and your opinion of me won't change. You don't judge or condemn, you accept me with all my human weaknesses and frailties and just understand. The confessions in the dark; this intimate sharing is like a communion of sorts. My heart speaks to yours and you listen, drawing the words out of my soul. Your words fall on me like a gentle spring rain drenching me in luscious wetness. I soak up your love and acceptance like a night-blooming moonflower thirsty for rain. Your love revives me and I bloom once again, if only at night. I greedily hoard the memories of you, these stolen moments, storing them away for safekeeping Only to be taken out again and again to be savored like a fine rare wine, sweet and intoxicating, when I'm alone. |
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