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Love's Overture: Lust |
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An endless eve awaits us, sonata begins. |
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Dancing o'er clounds of yore, a fire sprite traverses the star strewn night. |
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Standing above the dew pools, hands clasped -- fluttered heart. |
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Scarlet torrent -- flower petals, supple touch -- eternal gaze. |
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Eyes, an infinite paralyzing stare, pelting your psyche with hypnotic feel, caree -- torn asunder. |
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Forever longing to touch you, conceivably even to kiss. Sultry -- supple -- slippery -- warm, Savory sweet. |
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Standing with back turned, hair draped over tapered shoulders, mouth whipsers a siren song, quivering lips -- sweating -- entranced. |
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A beauty that surpasses all, even a glance from the sexual Aphrodite, bares no mark upon the beauty, a feat in itself that bares no burden |
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A closing night, soft pillow of light chords, a sonata seals. |
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Eternally spellbound rapture |
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Copyright Raj Parekh 2006 Marksmen Publishing All Rights Reserved |
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