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Oct 2018
I remember the night you made me stay away from home you kept me in warm inside your heart my perfect home held captive by the bittersweetness of words distilled within me speaking of a life long of treasures your diamond eyes and golden plated heart my silence spoke and left me contemplated deep within my sight your body boils my blood it fumes a lover's passion on my skin and drives my desire of pleasure how could the silence be so loud churning like a war cry it illuminated the room so much that only it was heard my eyes fixed to the perfect artillery within reach but out of touch my mind dancing to the music of sensation what do I do oh little boy afraid to claim his trophy the hour of the night passed him by curling like series of memory the night passes by crossing on his bedroom wall oblivious to his actions he prays the night comes again to fix his best mistake and biggest regret
The silence
The sensation of a lovers passion passed by like the wind the memory of it haunts like a madman trying to catch the air I pray for the night to come back so I could do what I should have done there
Written by
Abunde  18/M/South Africa
(18/M/South Africa)   
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