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The anonymous
lurking around the streets,
his moonlit chamber.
Collar up,
hat down.
Covering the lustrous skin,
the piercing eyes,
the clandestine beauty.

An alacritous response to my presence
surprises me with a blur.
A sudden seize of the shoulders,
shocks and arouses.
His cold embrace
fills you with tremors of bliss,
insurmountable pleasure and pain.
Fulfills your every imaginable fantasy,
washing the scars off your disguise.

Head locked back,
his stamina kills me.
Two impalement's leaking confused cells
wondering this strange mythology.
His eyes gleaming,
darkening with laughter
as I am introduced to his veins.

** Criticism welcome with open arms..please!**