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Speechless…

Yet, she thought a kiss.

Breathless…

But mental bliss…

This… I became captured within…

She was the warmth of my soul,

Yet, the cold that caressed my skin.

Her touch was satisfying,

But cruel;

Her eyes spoke softly,

But rude…

I pursued to set the mood:  Soft music –

The silenced mellowed more soothing.

She composed a December fire from the heat of July.

Our bodies lie tireless,

As our minds exhausts, & just lie.

Her thoughts quenched my thirst,

As her mind bathed me…

I was her…

We were she…

Yet, she was no one-night lady.

In the silence we submerged,

With the urge to talk.

Physically we remained, yet her eyes took me for a walk.

I returned with the proposal of the fulfillment of one wish –

Our eyes grew dead, as we drowned in liquid kiss.



Tha Prodigal One...