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By Max-Rom Date: 2004 Jun 03 Comment on this Work [[2004.06.03.02.35.26658]] |
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Your hands sweep over me a breeze against silk in the cool night air Your eyes dance on my skin unsure if seduction is a golden road or another dead end My body, a convex surface to the ravenous fire of your fingers; A constant, rhythmic thumping maintains its residence This assertive lust ties my hands Until manic, rocking force to consume ensues An urgent, almost primal, desire to devour you like the meal of a man lost, but now found Envelop my life with the expanse of your love As stars in an empyrean dusk; I need no stars to fall When no wish shines brighter than you I need only hold you forever Dismissing all the lies and doubt and nurturing all the truth throughout You are a visitor from heaven and it is for you I close my eyes Anxious to hear the voice of angels whispering a gift that never dies. Copyright(c)2004, 6/3/04 Max-Rom |