Re: Dark Secret -- The Fatted Calf

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Subject: Re: Dark Secret

Author:
T.R. Jones

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Date Posted: 12:26:31 01/08/01 Mon
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In reply to: Raphaela 's message, "Dark Secret" on 01:54:56 01/06/01 Sat

I loved this...darkly exquisite...delicious, like Persephone's pomegranate...

>Dark Secret
>
>Time to rendezvous again my love
>come to me from beyond the grave.
>I wait for you under moonlit sky
>chilled by the eerie atmosphere.
>Standing here alone I look down
>grassy bed with cold headstone.
>Call your name upon the wind
>feel your presence within my soul
>through the mist I see your shadow.
>Let me taste your wondrous kisses
>entwining tongues decadently
>biting, sucking, blood upon our lips.
>Tease me with your fingertips
>trace the contour of my spine again
>with phantom hands please me
>stroking, caressing, squeezing
>chill the warmth of darkest places
>wake up the deadness of my mind.
>You respond in silent ardour
>each time making love to me
>as if it will be our last, I lay here,
>impaled, writhing in ecstatic pain
>shuddering helplessly, thrilled to core.
>A monthly ritual under full moon
>making love on cold tombstones
>unable to let you go sleep in peace
>but revel in this erotic ecstasy.
>First light of dawn you withdraw
>kiss me tenderly once more
>the pain reflected in both our eyes
>haunted, taunted by these ghosts
>of our unrelenting memory
>until we can rendezvous again.
>Returning home hair dishevelled
>chilled through to very bones
>counting nights to next full moon.
>
>
>
>
>6 January 2001

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