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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Words Alone
I watch the words play across the screen I feel them deep inside my bones Anxious am I, to see and be seen But they were only words alone. I feel the flutter of a thousand butterfly wings I feel the heat seep down my body Nervous am I, to have this fling I, for once, want to be naughty. You tease, I please, you talk too much I hear you have a wonderful touch.. I for one, will probably never know Because you speak in words alone. I wish I had the pleasure To see your face in the throes Of passion, to hear you moan But that can never be For you speak in words alone. raw || truth |