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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Mar 10 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.10.22.01.21386]] |
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Noctis whispered to breathe the starshine into oblivion, go glitters away; I've no call to dream of you, any of this here; this must be where I stay. Stride along the steps of intergalactica, waltzing to silvery tendrils aglow, I caress them gently as I would the face of my forever, if ever we know. A little touch of Heaven, a pinch of eternity, spiced by droplets of divine, In the realms of neverending I have all I desire except for what is mine. I know nothing of the guidance of fate, save for what it possesses of me, Somewhere beyond the senses of myself lies an answer I can never see. Perhaps in woman, in words, in prayer or in pain shall I discover my call, Or even the hint of perfection from each in the moment before I shall fall. Beckon, desire; I beg one more howl from depths of ecstasy before night, Riding the effervescence of her appreciations before I am obliged to sight. Taste of this, the body; take of a heart and my screams within your sighs, Grand serenades of sensations foreign to one such as I within lustful cries. For mine is a prison from history, bound tightly, teeth gritted, everlasting; As I feed of companionship myself if only to leave but one torture fasting. A release, I think not; chained, restrained yet not abstained, do I merge? Indeed, but come what may within you, I shall never have, ever on verge. |