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Thursday, October 4, 2012


Seldom had a reason
Had rhythm but no rhyme
Tried to hide from fate
But one look at her-

Shattered my defenses…

Shallow is my breath
Anticipation my heart
Thunder shakes my ears
Nerves alive with fire-

No sense of senses…

Her face in my mind
Her lips long awaited
Like a lost schoolboy
I quiver with desire-

Inches away from bliss…

Collision of skin
Transference of souls
I am you, you are I
Sensual pyre-

Heaven in her kiss…

© Oct 3, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
PHOTO: courtesy of PL

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