Open Poetry #39 |
One Shot Kill |
Masked Intruder
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Senior Member
since 1999-05-23
Posts 1231Near golden sunsets |
Inevitably I dread to Hear the hedonous words that leach Each night from her lips. Among a pillow's scape of Rolling, feathered down Those eyes latch onto Mine like twin succubi. Yet I yearn to be Between nothing more than A silken set of weaves that Trace the curve of her legs. Truly, the good with the bed, Left to chance with a devil. Each full moon's cast shadow Riles the boldened blood I unsuccessfully try to cool with Flames of ice that burn hotter Lusting after that woman. Each night ends how the devil lays the dice. |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
very sensual...very... install that yahoo messenger will ya? "I want to heal, I want to feel, like I'm close to something real" |
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