I am that cold dark shadow in the corner
That voice whispering, murmuring at night-tide
I was born of the hunger flooding your soul
I am the image of all that is forbidden;
all that you crave and desire
It is all here for the seeking
within me, within the closing darkness
that clasps your heart when you shut your eyes
I am your ending and your ecstasy
the gentle touch of silk against your flesh
a soft breeze stirring the hairs on the
nape of your neck, a feeling of warmth
against the contours of your thighs
I am the ripen fruit of dream
the taste of the ocean's salty air
I am the means of all you crave
a flame against the cold
you have only to sleep
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