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[aid] => mick
[title] => Dancing Upon Red and White
[time] => 2005-10-17 22:01:59
[hometext] => Hello all my readers! I've returned with a whole new slew of peoms that I hope you all enjoy. I've been in a most vampiric mood...
[bodytext] => Your feet noiselessly step over the wood floor White and red rose petals flutter away, creating a path The soft glow of candles create a halo around a figure lying on a white cushion Arms and legs outstretched, dangling, long and sleek Chest rises and falls effortlessly, capturing the room’s breath You come to your knees before the pale figure Lips full and glossed crimson, as if the heart had bled onto them A casqued of golden hair spills behind from a crown of curls Eyes green with deep pupil pools of the mysterious darkness You run your fingers along the leg nearest you Calf sculpted and hard, feet adorned with black heels that glitter Body swathed in an ebony gown, gossamer fabric clinging close Lips open to bleed you a request, whispers shimmer in the candlelight You lean in closer to taste the stained strawberries moving in a murmur The lidded eyes glimmer and taunt, knowing the secret at hand The nostrils flair at the rustic male scent swaying through the air A harpist plucks at the strings beckoning the enticing aura You whisper into the elfish ears twitching and giggling A sea of white cream ripples and flows under dark travelers wandering The travelers circle a deep perforation, stopping to toy with a mole Crossing through a valley, a mountain on either side Your fingers lightly trace the lightest skin too precious for the sun to see Sticky sweet lilac spray dances through the air, the candle wax a stir Humming sweet sunrise flickers from the floor Red and white swirl tickling the flames You melt into the figure as the wax is dripping so slowly until the air reverberates shrilly The white cloud slowly inches its way north, taking with it a brewing storm Crashing light upon dark the colors romping, trying to mix Air grabbing from the room quickly and often Your shuddering breath extinguishes small halos about the room Violet, grey, and blue curling from fallen angels Explosions of noise crack and split the air Long thin knives leave rose colored lines You pull away from the figure, finally, at last Tiny flowers still dangle over little cups full of wax Petals cease waltzing and the room steals a silent breath The white cushion is still and the pale figure collapsed [comments] => 5 [counter] => 466 [topic] => 2 [informant] => Kitty06 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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