Monday, February 13, 2006

in that moment, just before.

scorching hot lava
burning
through my veins.
explosions of light in front of my
eyes
closed.
there is no breath to take.
the air has become thick and
hot.
there is no sound
except
my heart
beating
and quiet moans of pleasure;
i'm not sure if they
are escaping me

or you.
i cannot find my voice,
i have lost control
of
my will
to
find
words...

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