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Never The Slow Dance
Our slow dance shall remain a dream
It will never happen now
My saddened heart can't help but scream
I wonder why and how
Never shall I drink his scent
In his arms I don't belong
My time with him has all been spent
He says I did the wrong
Nothing to hold onto
Not to make me feel alive
Better move onto other things
And open up my eyes
Games are won and games are lost
Do cheaters ever win ?
My life is gone just like the frost
I am punished by my sins
Don't beg and corrode what's left inside
The oil of life remains
If you live, you cannot hide
From love's dark bloody stains
~~~ The Lonely Spider ~~~
very enjoyable read...love the title...I wrote a poem out of the same theme...
Amatory Dance
Murmuring incantations to the rising sun
they shared the wakeful moments,
excitation heightened by stars bursting
forth in their minds ... passion anointing
expectant hearts with desire.
Mouth on breast nurtured self with atoms of
vitality, fingers explored life's inner
cavern, they reeled in unison, drinking of
each other, until spent by mutual intox-
ication, paused to regroup their senses.
Then, thighs trembling with rhythmic
bursts of energy generated moans and cries
as hunger's devouring tongue searched out
secret wounds of rejuvenation ... bodies
taut with spring like rigidity fused
together as the sun settled beyond the
horizon and the moon rose blood red
before their eyes.
© William M. Sowman