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* Cast among the downpour, gates beneath dark clouds are left open The creek is rising, drowning underbrush, darkening tree trunks, moving swiftly the discarded, Collecting at the walls of this place, as stone and mortar slowly crumble From a desperate vantage point overlooking nature’s angry powers I see a shape, a floating aura, eyelet gown of gold stitch, woven ribbon dreams Mahogany hair flowing, eyes captivating, drifting atop muddied raging waters, directing the flow with blown kiss persuasion Suddenly swept away, barely a breath remains, swallowing life in surrendering gulps Flailing intoxicated waves, undertow’s grasp, when a hand reaches, fingers interlock Glazing blue skies whisper in sunlit reflections, ocean breezes soothe washed out tides, as a sand dollar wishes on a seashell And now upon this beach I lie safely within soft arms, tasting her mimosa lips, warm and sweet I drink in her flavor neath palm tree shadows, cool in the heat, but hot of her skin My heart hears the glistening, tingling my senses, awashing me in desires impossible to imagine, as I happily drown in her*
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Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC
As a sand dollar wishes on a seashell
* Cast among the downpour, gates beneath dark clouds are left open The creek is rising, drowning underbrush, darkening tree trunks, moving swiftly the discarded, Collecting at the walls of this place, as stone and mortar slowly crumble From a desperate vantage point overlooking nature’s angry powers I see a shape, a floating aura, eyelet gown of gold stitch, woven ribbon dreams Mahogany hair flowing, eyes captivating, drifting atop muddied raging waters, directing the flow with blown kiss persuasion Suddenly swept away, barely a breath remains, swallowing life in surrendering gulps Flailing intoxicated waves, undertow’s grasp, when a hand reaches, fingers interlock Glazing blue skies whisper in sunlit reflections, ocean breezes soothe washed out tides, as a sand dollar wishes on a seashell And now upon this beach I lie safely within soft arms, tasting her mimosa lips, warm and sweet I drink in her flavor neath palm tree shadows, cool in the heat, but hot of her skin My heart hears the glistening, tingling my senses, awashing me in desires impossible to imagine, as I happily drown in her*
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Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC
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