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Transformations
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/Transformations/
By Dancingkatz
Transformations occur.
Your face over mine, your hands on my skin
Your voice whispering gently lead me
Where you want me to go.
I know the cuff on my wrist is black leather
But the words I am submersed in - your words -
Tell me that it is a bracelet of flowers
And trusting you I believe every word you say
The ropes are lianas, you remark, vines draping
Like theatre curtains from the limbs
Of the great tree above us and the spatters
Of the flogger you wield against my back
Are the droplets flung from the waterfall nearby
Embracing me with touches of icy fire
There are bird songs in the whistle of the whip
And each twist of the clamp on my nipple
Is the kiss of hummingbirds and honeybees
Alighting to drink the nectar of my breast
Transformations occur.
My face is in your hands and at
Your word I am transported
To a place full of stars and moonlight
Beyond the gravity of any planet
Where I dance in the tumult of meteors
"Fly" you whisper as the leather
Wraps around my shoulders
And I do, feeling the warmth
Of my passage through an atmosphere
That I have only dreamed of.
I taste the cool pure oxygen of
Your lips on mine just before
The flaming tail of a comet
Wraps me close, pulling me
Up and out beyond the stars I know
To a universe beyond all my dreaming.
Transformations occur.
By Dancingkatz
Transformations occur.
Your face over mine, your hands on my skin
Your voice whispering gently lead me
Where you want me to go.
I know the cuff on my wrist is black leather
But the words I am submersed in - your words -
Tell me that it is a bracelet of flowers
And trusting you I believe every word you say
The ropes are lianas, you remark, vines draping
Like theatre curtains from the limbs
Of the great tree above us and the spatters
Of the flogger you wield against my back
Are the droplets flung from the waterfall nearby
Embracing me with touches of icy fire
There are bird songs in the whistle of the whip
And each twist of the clamp on my nipple
Is the kiss of hummingbirds and honeybees
Alighting to drink the nectar of my breast
Transformations occur.
My face is in your hands and at
Your word I am transported
To a place full of stars and moonlight
Beyond the gravity of any planet
Where I dance in the tumult of meteors
"Fly" you whisper as the leather
Wraps around my shoulders
And I do, feeling the warmth
Of my passage through an atmosphere
That I have only dreamed of.
I taste the cool pure oxygen of
Your lips on mine just before
The flaming tail of a comet
Wraps me close, pulling me
Up and out beyond the stars I know
To a universe beyond all my dreaming.
Transformations occur.
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