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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2009-10-29 | | At just one sign, I bowed my head. I felt cold heat and sweat upon my brows. My hands felt heavy just like lead, And all she did was smile and browse. With that I lost all of my dread. It’s funny how we all turn into slaves With just one kiss, one kind embrace. My hands were trembling, like my eyes And they were drinking down her face. While all my senses start their cries. I yearn and burn, forever craving My heart just won’t slow down. Her touch, her lips, the having Of all she is, her eyes so brown The lust and grace with just no meaning. And I was not alone in this. She felt the same I’m sure! Alone I plunged in this abyss. But was I really? I’m not sure. She felt the same increasing bliss.
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