Sky Darkens over Page

In the library quiet:
I delight along pages thick, repeating amative passages. Enchained by the poet's sensual art. My throat restricts. The air is so dry in here, a contrast to my illustrious invitation for dark romancing diction. I often return in thought to the mystic man, whom arrived upon my wake, a few days past.  
 
A book snaps shut, intruding my languor. I scan down the hallow isles and only chills skitter my spine. I recall his scent, for me, a pure musk of intoxicant. His features were hardened with knowledge. Being as though he could envision what is me, and all others. His lines cast me to my knees with a gentle swiftness. "Master" is all that my lips could form to plea. After his departure I have been swept by natures embrace, going here then there, ever so dreamily.  
 
Evening hours approach. The significance of his touch continues to return in jarring waves, but I should go.  
 
I'm checking this one out, to properly reach its full depth. I cradle its leather binding as I make stride for home. I think I'll take the wooded path along the river's curve for this day is mild with allure.  
 
I take in a soft sigh as the path darkens to seasoned foliage. I tighten my hold on Baudelaire, pondering the imagery, he so graciously gifted. A small path off the way, tempts my curiosity further. Of course I'm drawn to where it may lead.  
 
A shadow falls across my way, I slow to pause. The path opens soft to the glossy water's flow. I breathe in slow this hidden place, adorned with willow sways and long, honeysuckle twists. I take up rest upon my belly and fondle the pages deep.  
 
My pale dress ruffles wide about me. The breeze lifts quick upon the trellising leaf, yet I continue to frenzy my thoughts along these brazen words so naughty.  
 
The sky darkens over page, he has come to where I lay. With bended knee, he is behind me. My silken waves tangle along my shoulders and face. With lips moisten sweet, his fingers find me ripening to words. He presses firmly against me. Passion drowns, I can't seem to breathe,,, just panting soft pleas of, Master, master - take me while I read.[/font]