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Jan 2013
This night I shall dream of your bedazzling Black hair and Snake-eyes.
Wrapped in echoes of your mellifluous Breast-music,
I long to sip from your red Apple lips.
In my dreams, we fly on the exquisite winged Pepper of Redness -- skimming vast continents of Lipss and Bats.
The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our bodies.
Brilliant as Dieing Swords, the seas greet us from afar.
In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated Black Cats and tender Silver Daggerhearts of love
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our Sobbing love chimes from our Bellies.
I press the Silver Bullet that you wear around your neck against my Lips so that our souls melt into one.
You will always be my little Scarlet lover, the Snake of my own Dieing eye of love.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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