Lost

A quiet evening spent 
Cocooned in thoughts of you
My hands sliding, at turns, 
softly then aggressively over my skin...
Your voice drifting through my mind,
Directing my actions
The presence of your soul 
joining with mine
Cherishing every touch and whispered word as though gifted directly from my Master, my Love.
Unaware of the passage of hours

As I am lost so completely in us.

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