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| One hand collides, the left one slips, A battle to the field of momentum and cries; One leg steps, the right one lifts, The surges to delectation deepen and rise. One breath shallow the next one deepens, Each follows promptly in the heat of a kiss; One shoe flies down the steps, the left one stays; Clasping and the bodies fall into an oceanic abyss. Two silhouettes metamorphose into one whole, They crawl backwards, she follows him, One wrong move, the next one right, Bound she pushes forward his extended limb. One form of a flower, the next one of a bee; The iris petals open and blossom wide, One sips, the other one exhales, The pollen is spilt and the residue drops to the side; The iris grows bigger and bolder, Devours the pollen deeply within Wraps up the victim with petals of warmth, Delightful torture from the original sin. |
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| Lost Reverie An aching scream runs through my spine and down my legs, I tremble, but not a sign of fear, but lust, I think of you in passing of a moment, and have the need to hold you, And in a second of closing these opened eyes, reality shatters to grains of dust. Petals of hunger that fall with the dawn, I walk among the sleepless aimlessly, looking lost, I close my eyes and spirit wallows, yearns for you, A land of loneliness and only shadows of your ghost. I still recall our brief encounters together; The nights we spent among some distant restricted land; Some place between two dreams and one emotion, A never forgotten memory that you placed within my hand. A sleepless day and so the hours fade... Constantly beckoning this feeling of revoking thirst for lust, Longing to touch, hold and steer back to a dark binding fantasy, And I watch reality break into grains of dust. |
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