by Dusk

Rush through me,
beckoning with that dark brown gaze,  
melting me into a sensual haze.
 Seductions of ebony fantasies,
with the finest touch,
you make me want the chocolate more... 
 Take me,
to that  fascinating place,
Shuddering my spine  off with your passionate pace.
As 'dusk' do I care for light???
Darker the better
 For the trembling pearls
Shall glow fine in the passion of night....

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