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By Rhetoric Date: 2001 Oct 05 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.05.12.04.4824]] |
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Cuddled in the soft cozy down, You dance and swim all around. Is our moment passed? Can we regain anew? Derelicts and Kings succumb To pleasures and innuendoes. Rouge passion paints your face. Trace me a line from waist to mouth. Wild roses pattern your world. Colors and shapes focus on you. Is our moment passed? Can I paint gold on flesh? Wanderlust eyes grope tender bodies. Your treasure is not yet found. Shaky knees greet your door. Your golden key flung to the wind. Must I endure the suffering in your voice? Conquests and choice recoveries abound Is our moment passed? All this, I do, to protect? Passage through pain is a discernible course. You must first bite, then taste, Winsome boys with cloaks of honey. Your vision remains a fair travel ahead. Sultry haze, lift from my head. All I hear is your breath about my neck. Is our moment passed? Can you ever forgive me? |