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Life’s tide was too high, But I was calm and content; As the raging waves steered me on the right path Then I heard her husky voice, She sang of hurt; of hearts bruised by my kind, I got curious, and cruised off course to her. I found her; a dark and ominous angel, She is a stunning hour glass, from waist to chest, With enchanting long raven black mane. On that day she wore tight fitting floral-prints, Her ***** overstretching her flimsy bodice; Honestly, that is all I could see there and then, Deep in my heart, though, I wanted to see beyond that, To behold the beauty of her heart, But as I got nearer her, her voice became deeper and harsh, with emotion, She flinched, choked on her lyrics, And started bobbing in and out of the water I thought she was drowning, And wanted to dive in for her; Being from the land, I could not swim, But I let myself fall for her, into the icy water, I clung unto her; shivering but subdued. We held for a moment; she breathing heavily on my ear And I on her nape, Kindling a fire I knew I would never douse We swayed to her tune, during that priceless moment, Her fish tail grazed my legs; I cringed, So she flinched sheepishly, slid off my hold and swam away Leaving me to the vices of the sea; Only her beautiful face remains vivid. Her song was still resonant in my heart as I expired; She sang me to death.
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 6:09 AM UTC
Dark and Ominous Angel
Life’s tide was too high, But I was calm and content; As the raging waves steered me on the right path Then I heard her husky voice, She sang of hurt; of hearts bruised by my kind, I got curious, and cruised off course to her. I found her; a dark and ominous angel, She is a stunning hour glass, from waist to chest, With enchanting long raven black mane. On that day she wore tight fitting floral-prints, Her ***** overstretching her flimsy bodice; Honestly, that is all I could see there and then, Deep in my heart, though, I wanted to see beyond that, To behold the beauty of her heart, But as I got nearer her, her voice became deeper and harsh, with emotion, She flinched, choked on her lyrics, And started bobbing in and out of the water I thought she was drowning, And wanted to dive in for her; Being from the land, I could not swim, But I let myself fall for her, into the icy water, I clung unto her; shivering but subdued. We held for a moment; she breathing heavily on my ear And I on her nape, Kindling a fire I knew I would never douse We swayed to her tune, during that priceless moment, Her fish tail grazed my legs; I cringed, So she flinched sheepishly, slid off my hold and swam away Leaving me to the vices of the sea; Only her beautiful face remains vivid. Her song was still resonant in my heart as I expired; She sang me to death.
victor-gordon-musara
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 6:09 AM UTC
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