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Jan 2016
I had a dream, that you laid still
As I wrapped your naked flesh
In elegant red silk

The color of my desire
Plastered onto you
Like the exalted paintings
Of the Sistine Chapel

Goddess of love
I call your name
Eros!
And carve your name into my flesh

Intoxicated by your body
I can't abide my thirst
I rest in the caress of your destructive flesh
Gone forever

Now I linger
In decrepit brothels
Searching for you, Eros
But poor beggars and cheap swill await
I find myself, chocking on their perfume

I'll dream of you
Imagining a lucid night
Sinking into your flesh
The canals of glorious Venice
Magnanimous beauty
I'm your hostage
Nick Huber
Written by
Nick Huber  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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     ManoelO, Joe Nemec and Samuel Hesed
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