quasi_sean

scaled the wall and landed in the freedom field the cemetery was silent, and the ghosts were all wise voyeurs as she undressed me and i undressed her too and she sank her teeth into my neck and the grass was wet w/dew and now our sweat while we made love like dancers that evening and she took the long black ribbon from her hair and insisted i bind her wrists over a tombstone while i kissed her and the magic was real and i was inside her, inside my love--oh, this connection cannot be rivaled only heightened by her smile

and back and forth and back and her moans were silent screams that aroused the dead and they all stood amazed and in envy and she loved me

for hours the world became ours in this graveyard there was no shame as we became animals

the orgasms were shiny explosions of absolute wonder that shot lights across the skies in our minds.

i was too near death to protest and instead like the tears (drip....drip.......drip.)

my breath was gone.

* Perhaps it was France.*

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