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10-10-2013, 07:05 PM
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A single spark lights the night
Your lips strike mine like lightning Burning me, melting my body to yours You move over me, zealous in your conquest As you do so, thoughts of your delicate nature Shatter on the floor of my mind like glass In a weak voice I mutter my need And my words are swept away In the breeze of your breath on my skin The winds churn inside me Holding back a tempest I crash upon your shore like a tsunami Laying waste to all your inhibitions You my beautiful disaster
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Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel |
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