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By Rhetoric Date: 2001 Oct 26 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.26.12.01.18426]] |
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Begging at the feet of love's jury you pine for more than one could give a poor, pathetic excuse for a compassionate lover who takes and takes and takes everything sacred all the while never giving the other the pleasure of knowing and feeling you totally succumb to the glory and passion of one night's power and elegance that throws night's sky into day and wraps me in your arms. I shall not give you a taste of these amazing mouth kisses because you will succeed in ripping from me the very dignity that our moment did produce during what seemed to be an eternity's dance of desire on crisp sheets with lavender scents mixed in musk and sweat and water and trust of what I knew had to be the final gasp and execution of one woman pausing, to release all functional control and begin the process of loving another. |