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Sep 2009
Misty waters whisk my body
I cannot see
Right before me
Blurry is my vision
A mystify sound, I hear
With footsteps not very far
Who can that be
Feeling a precious touch
Behind me
I turned in this steamy irrigate
A mistress stands near
Before I speak
Her soft fingers surrenders my lips
Whispers in my ear
Her maiden name
Sounds so melodious
Attempted to grasp her by hand
As she refuses
The haze clears up
To an unbearable sight
A divine creature of elegance
As I imagine
How can this emergence of love mend a broken heart?
Written by
Diverseman2020  Austin, TX
(Austin, TX)   
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