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Behind dark eyes the horror sleeps Whos tales they do speak Beneath plush lips the fear is silenced Tightly restrained sounds Never heard through the violence Famine has stricken this heart it seems For my own clans hands Have sickened and displeased me Repulsed by malice hate indeed They sought love and acted in greed Now I sit with more triumphs yet to come As I drown within a dream And wake to the dawn D. Racicot Copyright2002 |
| Choking On The Unspoken |
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| Silence |
| A single tear Shed in silence Too precious a proposal D. Racicot Copyright2002 |
| Sedative Of Seduction |
| Undress the desires of time Caress your body as though devine. The steam is beckoning, pleading, "Come play with me this evening.". Relinquish tired senses To the heated waters of this nexus. Gently release pleasures long hidden For no one is watching, muscles aching To be touched in a way commonly forbidden. Power of this seductive touch Will make one swell Beneath the cleansing rush. Trickling down a yarning body, Now quivering, with senses excited, Well beyond this odyssey. Help to smooth the milk between your thighs "Play times over...", Deliciously sensitive skin cries. D. Racicot Copyright2002 |
| Secret |
| Chests heave with heavy cries We unite in rythm, unconcious of time Passions melody is yours and mine Soft, sharp notes, flow through these minds It is the harmony of our souls Immensity overpowering Yours and mine Time. D. Racicot Copyright2002 |
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| A subtle breeze where none should be Pleasures are hung like those of a bound dream Rip away bindings, tear them free Intoxicating desires Softly rumble within me Shock my soul, steal my breath Caress inner desires Mind soothed, finally at rest Thoughts run ramped through my mind Of suckling sweet nectar That tastes divine Unleash the essence of soft flesh Wishing to ensue in to reality I must confess Imprints of this realm remain.... D. Racicot Copyright2002 |
| She warms you with silence Float free from this world Ridden with greed No need to be told Love D. Racicot Copyright2002 |
| Realm Of Desire |
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