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    This Velvet Glove.


    she sits astride my body moist and hot
    her eyes aglow with only she knows what,
    upon my neck marks made by her with love
    and on her hand she wears this velvet glove.


    the room is stifling hot with no fresh air
    sweat and tears have wet her long blond hair,
    her burning eyes look on me from above
    and on her hand she wears this velvet glove.


    she lightly moves upon me lips apart
    the only sound I hear is from her heart,
    her touch a feather like a small white dove
    and on her hand she wears this velvet glove.


    she shudders once and gives a tiny cry
    smiles down at me and breaths a sleepy sigh,
    lies down beside me eyes so bright with love
    and on her hand she wears this velvet glove.
    "The embers of our past lives lie smouldering within us awaiting the winds of remembrance to fan them in flames of reality." Dax.
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