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Turn Out the Lights

The single candle I hold casts a soft, golden glow about the room. You see me walk towards you, clad in silk and lace.

With a smile, I raise the candle to my lips, purse my lips and…

Darkness. Perfect, velvet darkness.

You smell my perfume, dark and feminine.
You taste my lips on yours
You hear my breath softly whispering against your skin.
You feel me press my body to against you.

The inky darkness is the great equalizer,
it strips away the day’s pretense and stills the world
leaving only sensations and perceptions.

I reach up and trace your jaw line.
As if in answer, your head turns, and your lips find my palm.

'Just be,' I whisper, 'Just be'
I wanted you to escape the light, the visual, and just be.

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