The Metaphor (.NIAGRA SPRINGS WAS THE WARMTH OF HER BLOODLINE FLOWING DOWN HIS SKIN NOW DISTANCING THE MORN FROM THE CHILL OF COLD PIPES )

Summary: <p>Narrated in an African accent.</p> <p><br></p> <p><br></p> <p>Spellbound<br> under a trance like state and gaze<br> she surrendered her spine,<br> as it arched, drawn to the ceiling<br> and bareness of the windows<br> of an open soul reaching deeper into her waist<br> that tetraed<br> across the one room closed corridor ride<br> to Ebony's flight out<br> falling into pleasure’s arms<br> was the way Emystary remembered casting off <br> the last day of Ebony's visit to her hide away.</p> <p>Continued</p> <p>HANDS HOLD</p> <p>WHAT HAS BECOME</p> <p>SIGNED</p> <p>HIS FIRM JAWLINE AND</p> <p>CAROUSELED ACROSS THE DEEP OF HIS BREAST PLATE</p> <p>WITH TIPS OF TONGUE DAMPENED</p> <p>FINGERS</p> <p>DOWN HIS HALF UNBUTTONED</p> <p>SHIRT UNTIL HER HANDS UNWRAPPED</p> <p>THE THICKNESS OF HIS SPINE</p> <p>LOOSENING THE STIFFNESS OF HIS</p> <p>WHITE SHIRT</p> <p>AND THE REST OF THE BUTTONS WHILST</p> <p>HE SAT PATIENTLY.</p> <p>SHE STOOD</p> <p>STRADDLED BEHIND HIM,</p> <p>HER FRAME COMPLIMENTING HIS</p> <p>HANDSOMENESS</p> <p>THAT ENVELOPED THE REMAINIING</p> <p>SCENT OF HIS COLOGNE INTO THE</p> <p>LATENESS OF THE HOUR’S HANDS THAT</p> <p>FELL.NIAGRA SPRINGS WAS THE</p> <p>WARMTH OF HER BLOODLINE FLOWING</p> <p>DOWN HIS SKIN</p> <p>NOW DISTANCING THE MORN FROM THE</p> <p>CHILL OF COLD PIPES OF</p> <p>NO LABIRHYTHS</p> <p>MYSTERY WAS WHERE THE KISSES</p> <p>DRAINED PORTIONING THE SHEETS,</p> <p>INK, THE BLOOD OF THE BREATH OF</p> <p>PAGES</p> <p>UNTIL COMMUNICATION WAS</p> <p>UNDERSCORED AND DISAPPEARING ACTS</p> <p>ENVAPORATED THAT PRECEDED LUST</p> <p>THE METAPHOR IS INTRODUCED AS AN APHRODISIAC</p>