Heavy eyes closed on a dark room
pungent fragrance, pine and ceder,
smokey sultry woman there.
slow, deep caress,
warm soft skin slides warm soft skin
not doing, just being.
undulating, watching black dragon smoke
under black silk
constant slight movement
subtle teasing,
slow, smooth passion
building slowly
always just an inch
away
black cat sleeping
stretch to reach,
arch of pleasure,
yawns, sighs, sleeps.
smoke twirls and flows
waves and swirls of gray
attention wanders
slides away
heavy eyes open shyly
and closing, and again
black cat whispers silence
dragon smoke swirls
bodies join softly
under black silk
smoke entwines
black cat sighs.
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I Am Lizard, Who The Hell Are You?
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