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By Cire Nehtrow Date: 2012 Feb 13 Comment on this Work [[2012.02.13.18.13.1385]] |
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The purple ribbon that framed your face, That purple ribbon of silky lace, The tussles of hair that fell over my heart, Enrapt my soul and of body each part. A purple ribbon tying your hair, You snuck into my basement room. Undressed and supple body so fair, Climbed into my bed in full bloom. Your blue irides orange tinged as with fire, Your candy gloss lips swimming with mine. Straddling you offer resolutions desire, I rise to meet my goddess divine. The time you woke me with a fever 104 so I just lay there, Taking and giving, both the reaver, Sowing and harvesting memories fair. Gone now a decade to worldly distractions, Lost to my heart, my lips, my confessions. My expressions of love, my youthful discretions, Our lovemaking lost to this orb of concessions. |