Black satin mystery breathes fury
into my darkness, igniting need buried
I burn, my ashes seeking a soul in drought
Luna illuminates decadence rolling in waves
from my naked flesh, begging for more
I plead for the pain to resuscitate me
12/6/2020
Enthralled
Whiskey Tales and Spells 
Really like this one a lot
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I use to think I was a mistress of the sea … but maybe it is darkness, instead. 😉
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Darkness serves us all, and in turn we also serve
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This reminds me of sitting on the beach on a calm night. When the air is just right and the black water looks just like black satin. The moon, shattered into a million sparkles.. wanting, needing to feel SOMETHING again, knowing it was all wrong the first time…. all this to say, gorgeous poem, you took me somewhere special.
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Thank you, Tara. It was indeed a beautiful night – so quiet as if the sea was afraid to recede. So glad you could share the moment with me. 💜
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You created something special.
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