 Galen Skye has published a few tame poems as well as several short stories. She's currently working with a fellow author on a fiction series, the first of which should be out Fall 2002. Her life is lived through her poetry. E-mail Galen Skye.
The Lights Grow Dim Lights grow dim as I feel your palm caress my thigh. The touch of a roughened palm in contrast to the gentle breeze that walks across my skin as you slide the hem of my skirt up slowly, letting the soft fabric play against my thighs. Your hand seeks me
A late moviegoer enters the theatre just as you dip a finger into my pulsing core. Frozen, I wait, watching the fellow as he looks around for a seat in the darkness, finally settling on one just a few rows in front of us. You slip in another finger.
You take my left hand and
bring it over to rest on the bulging form beneath your jeans. I am compelled
to caress you, measure you, with greedy fingers as I work them open to
take you in my small hand.
Your eyes rest on me as I
explore.
Spurned on by your trembling,
I take the reins and glance around to see who is near. My gaze again falling
on the latecomer, I cast a wicked smile at him. His curious gaze quickly
turns embarrassed, yet his gaze remains rapt as he continues to watch.
I shift over into your lap, my back to you.
I lift my skirt.
Our bodies move to the rhythmic
music pouring into the theatre. All but one patron blissfully unaware of
our erotic dance as vibrant colours splash across the screen. He is now
turned completely around, watching me.
My hair falls back.
Your hands reach around to
stroke me as your mouth finds my nape and nibbles. My eyes finally close.
I feel you, moving within me, pressing deep and filling me. You erase all
thoughts but those of you from my mind.
Complete me.
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© 2002 Galen Skye. All rights reserved. Do not copy or post.
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