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Evil Passion |
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firejerm Member
since 2000-06-13
Posts 217Springfield, OH, good ol USA |
Three-inch heels Black stockings topped with lace, Full red lips Possessing an angel's face. One hundred candles Circling in a dark room, Here eyes piercing Much to quick to assume. Fair skin exposed It is velvet to the touch, Her raven hair Caressing her neck that much. The smell of passion Surrounds my inner being, The shadows glow Something I'm not seeing. She reaches out Begins to pull me in, Surrender to her eyes As it happens again. A shuddered sigh Procuded by her seductive breath, Reaching back I'm a step closer to death. Intoxicated dreams As I let myself go, Where she takes me? Even I do not know. Sinking in Giving into my lust, She envelopes me Though her intent I don't trust. Her nails dig my back In ecstacy I scream, Then I awake It was only a dream. Jeremy T. Sellers 12/14/00 11:46 PM "Those little slices of death, how I loathe them." -Edgar Allen Poe |
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Dark_kisses_Within Senior Member
since 2000-03-21
Posts 680Kansas |
Isnt it funny how dreams can seem so real? Too bad for you that this *lust* was just a dream. Dreams are always worth having though, they can make ya smile alot. Good poem and excellent flow of words here. Mags No person is worth your tears, and the only one that is ...... will never make you cry |
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Dark_kisses_Within Senior Member
since 2000-03-21
Posts 680Kansas |
You're NOT a thorn!! grrrrr |
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firecrakker Member
since 2000-10-20
Posts 235Virginia |
Not to intrude (I feel like a voyeur!)... but tssssssssssss.. this sizzles!  [This message has been edited by firecrakker (edited 12-15-2000).] |
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