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The Cinder in Your Kiss
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The Cinder in Your Kiss |
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Grinch Member Elite
since 2005-12-31
Posts 2929Whoville |
The cinder in your kiss is sweetly sour, Blown soft to tease my needy itch, Yet only glimpsed in lapses of your cuckoo mask When dollar signs play cataracts The facade slips. Loves little whispers twist upon your tongue That forks the promise of desire; Cold venom masqueraded in the scent of sin A siren’s shroud veiled in a smile Of silky lips. Soft flesh entwines me in a passions grip; A hollow arched pretence of bliss; Feigned slip of earth - my heaven cursed with little lies All leaves me lost but blinded by Your love my lust. |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
This one has bite. Well done. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Strong and edgy... Sometimes the evidence of bite offers the unveiling of much tenderness. TD |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Grinch....I'd say watch but enjoy first. Words so formed to make me think that, and formed well.  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I love it! |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
I am quiet sure that the soft sense of this verse "Soft flesh entwines me in a passions grip;" only appeared once here among all your writing. Love this one. |
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