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Jun 2014
White as rain I am showered upon,
as doves descend upon their prey.
Eloquent you run your wings
through my being.
Gasping for breath I am relinquished,
none too swiftly.
Only to be swept up, immersed in a tumultuous affair
once again.
Circles run wild,
shaping into those unsaid, unheard of.
I am drenched in the mystery
your essence.
Intoxicated by all your being entails.
Won’t you release me?
Beastly your gaze alone devours me,
drawn into pools of deepest darkness.
Deliciously enticed,
I am hopeless to resist.
Oh isn’t there something divine in all this sin?

Yes,
I think there is.
Alycia
Written by
Alycia  The Great White North
(The Great White North)   
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