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Date Posted: 05:30:10 01/24/03 Fri
Author: Mistress Jennie
Subject: walk through me

i'm feeling torn
somewhere between the utterly sublime
and the intensely filthy.
i was afraid in my deepest heart
(and yes, there are many)
that my feelings would fade;
i would question my own motives as pure loneliness
rather than real love.
but here i am,
slightly drunk,
and thinking only of you.
last time the alcohol went to my head
i took that chance,
hoping you'd see me as a woman before you,
not just that androgenous friend i felt like.
i don't know if it's the wine or you
that's gotten to me now.
you both seem to present yourselves well.
both so sweet and full on my lips...
seductively soft.

my fingers trace along my collar bone,
eyes half close
wishing it was you here to stroke me.
i cut all my nails off,
once my deadliest weapon,
(the blade i bled boys with)
for fear of hurting you.
my fingers are small now,
childlike and tiny,
they crave the soft places below your jaw.
they crave every softness.

i can't help but admit
i get off on this.
the idea of being your teacher
and your love
in one.
i really love placing your
so very very warm hands
on my back...
sliding them beneight my shirt,
marvelling at the softness
of these two entities.

shy boyscout,
eagar to explore these curves
awaiting my permission
to go where i'm screaming for you to find me.
i have a heart from the wilderness
but i've never wanted someone to walk though me
so much
as i do right now.

i want to see you thigh deep in snow drifts
lost in the wonder of my canopy...
limbs tangled and swaying above your head.

and then there is the guilty one within me
who detests this desire
to dirty
the purest man she knows.
for even thinking of taking that from you.
i was your age you know,
when i lost it.
i felt so late
so behind everyone,
but there were many ways i was still a child.
and now i've grown just a bit.

taken on a few new curves,
and miles of wisdom.

and yet, what if i'm not enough
for what you've been waiting for so long?

these self doubts flee
with the admission you love me too
and i forget fears...
remembering only
the feel of your hands on my back
in the dark
the hands too soft to be a carpenter's,
to gentle to be a stranger's.

i'm sitting here in the dark
sure that it's both you and the wine now;
both so deeply in my blood
making the lights shine,
my mind sway,
my heart quicken.
i look to my empty bed
so inviting and so cold
soft but lonely...
and i feel ghosts;
your fingers gliding up my neck,
your whispers in the way the house settles...
and i climbing into this bed
not nearly so empty...

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