Monday, April 6, 2009

As lights dim I feel your presence ..a chanting of my name in whimsical tunes a foreign delight...Stillness in everything I see your melody has made a statue of me.My eyes fill with tears ,my lips trembled by a graze of...cold smoke!?! Your touch,every follicle stands in erect attention awaiting ,anticipating the slightest touch .My sanity is to be questioned when every inch of my mortal flesh awaits to be taunted by what my eyes can't percieve and like an orchid in full bloom awaits to be penetrated by thee.

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