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Nov 2014
I walk up the stairs, head for my room,
the keys been used,
I open and see,
You,
Divine as my first glance,
leaning on the chair,
only the moons light ,
glaring your red lips,
red shoes, and fluttering eyes,
eyes that heat me,
sweating,
that look of yours ,
so lost, so gorgeous,
your hair blows softly,
the windy city air,
your skin sizzling,
with slow ease,
your body so sophisticated ,
beautifully indescribable,
I move closer, and don't bother to notice the door slam,
your grin widens with comfort,
step by step ,
I pause,
then put a hand on your leg ,
stockings,
your smooth thigh,
my other hand ,
your back,
i lay my lips on your kiss of death, ..... the rest is euphoric, ......moment by moment,........ as we both lay ,
entwined,
I know your initial J,
you know mine,
we both know one of us will die,
tomorrow,
,...... that is certain,
she is that lady,...... my lady, ..... goodbye....
Matthew Rodarte
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Matthew Rodarte  Lake Elsinore
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