The Lower Level

The way your eyes look tonight is boring me. Can't you fein that smile I was given a fortnight past? Penetrate me with your domination and leadership. Dizziness overwhelms my thoughts of your standing so close to my flesh that I can feel the heat of your body. Place your hand gently on my back to fulfill my desire that our forbidden romance has jumped from my dreams into an endless plane of reality.

Victoria M Whitby
7/4/04