Surrounded by people no more
Scent of perfume forlorn
Spirits disinfecting
Souls disappearing
Oh how far man has come
Over time counting to a sum
Oblivious, as the end of life looms
Overwhelmed by deaths toxic fumes
Struggling to find the words
Sadness crying and it hurts
Strikes a moment the world is hushed
Starts the first line of a poetic thrush
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Yes, Yes, Yes
Whispered gently, ever so gently
With every touch felt from the vibe of these words. Echoes in time every syllable and rhyme. Trying to keep, rhythm flowing, tugging hair, nails deep, clawing flesh red and bleeding.
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…tugging hair, nails deep, clawing flesh red and bleeding. Lips to lips, hands clutching hands, legs that entwine like the vines that sprout fruit to make wine. Drunk on the very thought, grooving on a buzz, lit afire by the desire to make love all night long
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…make love all night long
Ax
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