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Sunday, February 21, 2010

Rivers of Desire

Bathe us in the rivers of desire
where raging love once gasped
Sweet bliss of another life  
effervescent swirl of flesh

dancing memories upon nirvana's
soul of wet and parted clouds
Sentinel rising from the depths
Enticing us with changing rules

A mellowed haze of ecstacy
Stolen intoxicating sweets
Come my love, come, breathlessly
Soar on wings of consummation

A droplet running down the walls
Upon the sheer cliffs of ecstacy
Braced moaning against the rocks
Hidden deep in pleasured clefts

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