Waltz

Member since 2002 · Posted 21 Aug 2002 · 1 comment

Fingers clutching, dancing in soft candlelight Flutters of nails over white skin Muted words left unspoken Thoughts locked in closed eyes Silver shadows reaching, melting Satin cheeks reflected Mirrored pools of lucid light Lips reaching The touch of a red tongue.

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[4] horus8 22-Aug-02/12:33 AM Reply

even my herpes are wretching frightened running away from that mouth and that danct...to vague...lacking that wich makes vague compact poetry acute...you sir should obelisk squat immediately..