Black Leather
like fucking black leather.
that's how I imagine it would be
to lie with him
fragrant
dark
soft
worn
tough
like a wild torrential rain
wet and painful
life-giving
potentially dangerous
alive
pounding
like a seductive nightmare
draining all life and energy
ennervating
exhausting
accelerating the pulse
blood pounding in throat
as we descend
into the cool blackness
Isabeau
