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By terry39 Date: 2001 Jul 16 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.16.02.16.4599]] |
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Monsoon Reality --------------------- These hands burn white hot From the memory of caressing your pale, naked skin Transformed to a magical, celestial event No longer a dream, But reality. Made that way by the truth of love When,... With every single touch With every single moan and sigh I tremble And when I felt the first tremors race through your torso, Like a super nova preparing to implode I was swept away Riding passion's unbridled journey Together Amber and gold coursing through these throbbing veins Flushed with the contagion of desire. When desire has your face Striking like a monsoon in the desert. |