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Our bodies intertwine on this makeshift bed as the fire casts our shadows against the stone wall, and I watch as they dance. The rhythm is hypnotic and mixed with the pleasure I can forget who I am, who he is. Though it is all a game to him and like the obedient game piece I am I dance no different than the shadows dance now. Only a figure, no soul. Only movement, no destination. Because I am trapped. I cannot escape him…not in my dreams, nor when he calls me to his bed. I feel the things he does to me, I hear moans- his- and mine, but it isn't real. We are like our shadows - there but really not. And as the fire dies down and his movements slow we understand we won't be the same when the light touches us. For as soon as day comes there will be no 'us'. Though in the night we are some one else entirely.
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Our bodies intertwine on this makeshift bed as the fire casts our shadows against the stone wall, and I watch as they dance. The rhythm is hypnotic and mixed with the pleasure I can forget who I am, who he is. Though it is all a game to him and like the obedient game piece I am I dance no different than the shadows dance now. Only a figure, no soul. Only movement, no destination. Because I am trapped. I cannot escape him…not in my dreams, nor when he calls me to his bed. I feel the things he does to me, I hear moans- his- and mine, but it isn't real. We are like our shadows - there but really not. And as the fire dies down and his movements slow we understand we won't be the same when the light touches us. For as soon as day comes there will be no 'us'. Though in the night we are some one else entirely.
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