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By blakey Date: 2006 Dec 27 Comment on this Work [[2006.12.27.14.25.6844]] |
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Eye to eye Our gazes do meet Volumes of sonnets Whispered body heat Permission is granted Without saying a word Flimsy fabric restrains Growing carnal urge Disc shaped guardians At attention they stand Falling like dominoes With the flick of the hand A shallow breath And tremble of being Your bodily fabric Has my mind reeling The final clasp Surrenders its fight Straining for touch Revealing to light Yet before pleasures Both can partake The suddenness of an alarm Causes me to wake Premonition or dream I cannot discern But this I am certain The past do I yearn |