Searching, finding, grasping emotion,
Honest smiles and contented sighs,
Shared every touch, thought, whim and notion.
Lashes brush against smooth breast,
Still lost in love, with naught disdain
Her ear pressed against his chest,
Fast beating heart erasing pain.
And as the sun rose, his arms she left,
How he longed for her once more,
His heart bound up in sweetest theft,
Thus dives, dreams, seeks love evermore.















Comments
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Not for a moment did i suppose myself actually dead. Such a supposition, not withstanding what we read in fiction, is altogether inconsistent with real existance.
...And don't lie Tom. HAHA
But seriously, LOVE IT! Woot.
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Facito aliquid operis, ut te semper diabolus inveniat occupatum - Always do something, so that the devil always finds you occupied
=St. Jerome=
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