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By spirial Date: 2004 Sep 23 Comment on this Work [[2004.09.23.11.45.23807]] |
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Knowledge Razor edge of power As thunder rolls and storm comes nigh Rise in seas so boisterous of fight Shattered calm as lightning peels Strobes of blue cross ones sight Yet throbs far more within Feelings of power of increasing might Blood surging so deeply felt sings And of winds so whisper past Flapping cloth to bruise this skin Tender yet for rage of winds to come Tempest strong so soon this night And passion burns Molten held in bag of skin Seeking crevices to consume Nerves melted long away As passion burns Caught you are sweet lady my Words of power what hold no lie And open now to what passion be Molten yourself un-quietly lay Burning so from within And I with needs to match thy selves Blasting this heart I find it pounds So solid my body aches to cry But sounds are silent all are held As rose of lips so quietly meld And we who are consumed consume Of knowledge so held at bay Razor edge this power For words to make you sigh Just these two I whisper you Just these two... love you |