Wednesday, December 1, 2010


Drift along deft stream of time!
Fly away, into the depths of the cool blue ocean
You don't know what I know;
under the dead golden leaves known as life, is something wonderful
Dreamy and fine, her lips pressed against mine, red and swollen with lust, skin on fire
Like a star in heat!
Fall again into my arms sweet honey, dripping from her fingertips, like ambrosia
Words do no justice to the innocent
Into my waiting arms, grasping, longing, too tightly, she may escape, like sand sifting through an hourglass
Soften your glare dark night, for the dawn approaches
With gleaming robes, and ashen skin, she calls to me!
And I, a humble servant, must do comply

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