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the artist
15:41 Dec 23 2007
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You kneel, body held erect

Like the catholic schoolgirl you refused to be as a child.

My eyes are drawn, as always, to the hollow of your throat.

If I should lay my fingertip against it

There I would feel the fluttering pulse

Of the wings of a moth drawn to a flame.

You have grown beautiful, your skin so white

Your body quivers with excitement

Awaiting

The touch of my hand.

I lean forward, brushing your hair away.

It falls behind you, baring the curve of your shoulder,

The fullness of your breast

Large enough to fill my cupped hand,

Taut with anticipation.

I bend, and press a kiss to one breast.

You arch, soundlessly,

And I drink in the elegant curve of your torso,

Leaning back on arms stretched behind

Clasping your ankles firmly.

I cup your breast with my right hand

While I increase the pressure of my kiss

Harder and harder.

My left hand travels down

To touch your dark and sacred places

Until you finally break

And the tiniest of moans escapes.

I stop.

Your body moves

Reaching out for me

Where you felt me last.

Your blindfold is secure.

Regretfully, joyfully

Anticipating the lines of fire

That I will trace across your body,

I reach for the ice…