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Fingertips dance down arms

                I pull the sheets tighter around me

               It is the wind, only the wind

Flames lick my collarbone

                I use ice and cool my heat

               It is the sun through the window, only the sun

Plagued with teasing and heated hints of touch

                Across skin deprived of any but my own

                I blame the season and fear winter

Silk flows over me like water, a second skin, tantalizing softly

                Heated water enfolds me and embraces, lifts me weightless

                Enraptured I sink into either, seeking solace and relief

Please, please, no more, please now

              I hear a voice begging as if in pain  

             Tears flowing I awaken, it is a dream only another dream

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About Scarlett Baker

Writer, artist and thrill seeker. Scarlett is a mystery, even to herself at times. Her exploration of love stories with a touch of the dark began when she found herself single and dangling by a thread of hope mixed with a splash of the terrible. Faced with being alone for the first time in nearly twenty years, with not a clue what to do with a vast future she decided to explore the world of her fantasies, something she had done little of up until now.

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