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AfterImage Oct 2016
The symphony of your skin
suffocated my senses.
Smothered my resistance
against the sensations
you sparked down my spine.
I surrender to your siren call,
my simpering protest
met with sinful seduction.
AfterImage Sep 2016
There is nothing beautiful that came to be without effort. Even the flowers had to push through the dirt to show its face to the sun.
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