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It came slowly, a tiny sprig

poking out of the earth,

seeking the sun, kissing the rain.

Nurtured by a starving heart.

It spread its limbs around me,

caressing me. Leaves sprouted

brushing my lips tickling my tongue,

promising endless tomorrows....

Too bad it was hemlock.

He held his old dress shirt to his face and inhaled.

Is that her perfume still lingering after all this time?

He touched his neck lightly and felt her soft, gentle lips

on his skin, her warm breath on his chest.

“So this is the way she will haunt me.”

His lips found his fingertips. Was that her taste?

Is her passion, her desire buried...
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Why is it I can never finish a dream of her? I guess it's just my heart laughing at me.

After the heat,

after the slow, sweet

grind of skin on skin, the

twisting, contorting of interlocking limbs.

After the sweat,

and the long slow

tease, the gasping for

breath and muffled screams,

There is the softness

of your head on my shoulder,

of your lips on my neck, of quiet laughter

and knowing smiles, of fingers locked in long embrace

There is the

softness...
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The Dark.

You hide your soul

so deep in the night.

is it your fondness of the dark,

or a fear of the light?

ELSBETH.

A black soul hides

behind her gleaming eyes

If I could peer deep enough

to find it.

Runes as old as time

lie painted upon the pale palette

of her porcelain skin if

I had the language to

read them.

Ancient chants sing in the

rhythm of her breathing

if I could silence my pounding

heart long enough to

hear them.

Witchery hides between...
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Midnight…..

On a blanket

in our meadow

under the white oak tree

sharing Cabernet kisses,

long and deep.

You are so lovely painted

in moonbeams and starlight

sprinkling thru the leaves;

Skin soft and warm

as our bodies intertwine,

we drift on a river of desire

as your sweet eyes dance with mine.

The rhythm

of our bodies match,

our hearts beat side by side...
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Adrift in the
sea of your
bottomles
eyes...

Floating….
in your long,
gentle curves

Aching...
for your
warm, wet
places.

Drowning...
in an
endless
dream of
you....

I am
gone.