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sometimes in my wildest dreams
i see these images i believe to be you.
she stands there,
all alone and trembling ever so,
that for a brief second
i am stricken with a false sense of compassion.
she is draped in what appears to be a curtain,
loosely hanging around her naked shoulders.
her back is to me,
bare and unforgiving,
beckoning.
a fragrance lingers in the air
and this, coupled with the sight
of such a magnificently carved figure
stirs me to consider love.
but is it?
it must be you.
i hear a faint sigh
leave your unsighted lips
and for a second,
i think only
of kissing them,
fully and with a passion
i have yet to display.
you gaze out a slightly ajar window
and i wonder if you are day dreaming
or just looking for something...
someone...
do you realize i am here?
'shouldn't you cover up?' i say
(in a whispering voice
i am almost embarrassed of).
she turns and lets the curtian fall
and my eyes become sculptors
watching it caress your body
before settling on the floor at her feet.
naked before me,
naked and proud,
i almost feel sorry for you,
but i am unsure why...
your left hand raises
and fingers i have seen only on statues
caresses an angelic breast.
my eyes close seconds after your own,
but i don't follow suit with your sigh.
i open them in a flash
half expecting to find you gone.
but you remain.
your body is majestic,
if a body can in fact be so.
the contours of your frame
high lighted by your uncovering,
encourages me to step forward.
your eyes flicker.
'have i offended you?'
i ask
'no,' you say,
'you could not...'
a smile...a smile!
'you are naked,' i say
you laugh,
possibly at your bare presentation,
but most likely at my clumsy ignorance,
i hear but two words leave your dry lips:
'for you'
she opens her arms as if in a plea
to some higher form.
slowly she kneels
and slides on her stomach.
i sit before her with a strange sense of confusion,
like a school boy under his sheets
looking at his first natural woman,
usually followed with the first ideal
of self gratification.
this urge i suppress.
you roll onto your back
and without a word
or emotion,
your legs are spread
and hence where i first came
is before me in a different casing.
a yearning
a nostalgia (?)
a curiosity fueled by a recognition of the safe fills me,
and i, too, am uncovered.
i am sliding.
i am above you.
i am inside of you...
now.
you tense for a second
but your visage is that of a smile
which i cannot erase,
from your face,
from my mind.
your hands embrace the small of my back
and you pull me back in.
have i become your lover?
or simply another tool?
the wave continues,
its rhythmic rise and descent
full of sounds
that have been created by man and woman
for a millenia.
i have added to this fabric
but at the same time,
taken away.
both at once,
we convulse.
at first i thought i had hurt you
until i realized the vigor
was unmeditated.
you beg to me for a second time,
so much so,
that i feel prostitute.
and as quick as i can fumble 'yes'
you were gone.
or maybe i disappeared from your dream...
i am still unclear.
but i do remember
(which can sometimes be a far worse pain
than forgetting!)
you once stood before me,
naked and unbound,
looking for someone to fill you.
where are you now?
where were we then?
is there really such a place or time?
in another reality
another frame of mind
another kind of drug,
maybe you will return.
all i can do is wait. 
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