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she annihilates me within somber streams of her eyes, unclothing my resolve layer after layer laying bare my want to taste the flesh of all life's sorrow; licking the wounds of her heart as her elixir'd brine drips, whetting my penchant; to suckle her pain from weary limbs, collapsing at her feet as life forces drain my essence; awakening slumbered state of mind, I lean into her silence behind enshrouded eyes; awaiting in naked liberation, unleashing imbibed shyness that existed within; as she gazes upon me, acknowledging my very existence in her realm; to whisper against me without verbalizing her thoughts; watching her evolution, I sigh, gasping inwardly, as if, she is newborn from wombed catacomb; a new day emerging from cocooned silence, erupting into wanton unabashed passion as cognizant open-mouth gazes unleash untithered moans of release; no longer mourning sorrow's, fore, new tomorrow's has arisen
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Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 3:57 AM UTC
New Tomorrow's
she annihilates me within somber streams of her eyes, unclothing my resolve layer after layer laying bare my want to taste the flesh of all life's sorrow; licking the wounds of her heart as her elixir'd brine drips, whetting my penchant; to suckle her pain from weary limbs, collapsing at her feet as life forces drain my essence; awakening slumbered state of mind, I lean into her silence behind enshrouded eyes; awaiting in naked liberation, unleashing imbibed shyness that existed within; as she gazes upon me, acknowledging my very existence in her realm; to whisper against me without verbalizing her thoughts; watching her evolution, I sigh, gasping inwardly, as if, she is newborn from wombed catacomb; a new day emerging from cocooned silence, erupting into wanton unabashed passion as cognizant open-mouth gazes unleash untithered moans of release; no longer mourning sorrow's, fore, new tomorrow's has arisen
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Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 3:57 AM UTC
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