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By Blue Song Date: 2005 Jan 10 Comment on this Work [[2005.01.10.16.56.5227]] |
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memory serves me nothing here it don mean not a thing as I stand here whisper close feel your heat rising slow sweet sensation this what sings to all of me to learn of you your passions voice what I most yearn for this eve to drink of you your scent as a thirst one needs to quench to taste from your sweet lips the nectar of your soul in sips to breathe of your beauty with every tortured breath yet quietly I step away my own souls ragged shreds and smile as if everything was right depart once more to the night once more my shell intact just as friends is where I hide for as you have said just friends... |