Dark Recesses
I live in the dark recesses of your mind.
Secret desires and hidden emotions reside there.
The light of day buries them,
Only to be revived in the dead of night.
A quickening step, a racing pulse, a fleeting image,
Silent words not really there, or are they?
Through the misty veil you travel.
A soft caress or a leathery sting,
Which one awaits you?
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