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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

Desire
2004-05-12 - 1:11 p.m.
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moans, sighs, whispers, touches, groans

you are flesh in golden delight

arms, breasts, legs in velvet covering

to touch, to taste, to lick

my fantasy, deep inside

you are my desire born of night

tingles, caresses, sliding smooth

to nip, to nibble, to feel you move

gasps, pants, tender and rough

you are my fantasy come to life

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave