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L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.
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20131213
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turn off the lights.
breathing hard, what do you see?
a figure emerging from the backdrop of your mind,
hips sashaying, gyrating to the music you can barely hear.
her lips so full, her eyes so misty
you wish you could reach out and caress her.
she comes closer to you and
your heart beats faster like a horse running a marathon as
her skin comes in contact with your fingertips -
you’re euphoric, bordering on madness as your hand closes up upon the lust.
her lithe movements,
her slight moans as she
tosses back her hair
you’re in heaven as she writhes below you:
not in torment, mind you;
but in pleasure, the bond she shares with you.
suddenly
a flicker of light
a flutter of the eyes
a fling of the arms
back down to reality you go,
as a another dream passes you by,
leaving you empty, empty, empty.Labels: poetry
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