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[bodytext] => Then faintly, I hear your sigh As we feel the rush of pleasure, Fragrance of the wattle blossom Serenely through the windows seep. No time for idle bodies Fingers touch and probe, Flesh that is a treasure Of mankind after all. Wanton desire holds Gripping like a vice, This-vice of pure pleasure I gladly succumbed to. I caress and kiss your bosom Naked we lay together Tender the kisses meld, We two then into one. Tongues, tangle explore Places hidden in the darkness, Tastes subliminally erotic Boldly make escape. Shifting within your body Juices mix together Instruments withering and twist As ecstasy drives me deep. Now drifting lazily We tightly hold each other Sweat brings us even closer As will this memory. I still dream upon this night Wishing her to be near When upon the lilted breeze A familiar scent then makes its fall. Stabbing through the throng Of languid faces pale From no sun upon the skin I look for her again. Fog settles down upon The river, of a city That has painted its foul odor Over faces one and all. I know that she’s not near For she sleeps on yonder hill Where I laid her down forever In a sleep that has no end. Yet I see her standing, strong Seeking this frail and broken man This man that has kept her living In his heart for all this time. Slowly I make a stand So to call a common name This word that I’ve not uttered Since distant time forgot. Shaking arms Seek Reaching out for her to hold Then sadly, I feel the lash Of reality smacking hard. “Come on now old timer It’s time to go to bed. And then we’ll put the lights out So to dream some pleasant dreams.” Shuffling toward my tomb A tear drips and wets my cheek I know that there is no sleep As I lay down in my bed. Then faintly I hear your sigh As we feel the rush of pleasure And fragrance of the wattle blossom Serenely through the windows seep. By Lee [comments] => 0 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Limpylee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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