Velvet Shadows

A dark room,
the smell of roses and
breathing from the bed.

Alone and waiting,
wanting to touch;
quickening from the bed.

A touch in the dark,
the room melts away and
so do the sheets, clothes.

A play of shadows;
moonlight from the skylight,
ecstasy in the dark.

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