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Post by sonnetinkinston on Jun 24, 2004 14:01:04 GMT -5
Innocence Lost
I drowned in your gaze You took me in, absorbed me Sheltered my heart from the cold of my mind You sang to me of love eternal While mirroring my loneliness with your passion You make me see myself anew.
You bury yourself in humility Refuse to see your own worth But you make the world move for me With every touch of your hands
Your kisses awaken my fire The passion pent within me Just the thought of your eyes Envelops me, engulfs me, in an insatiable need To touch you, hold you Return just a fraction of the pleasure you've given me
Your hands caress my body As no man has before Your fingertips inciting an unquentiable, uncontrollable fire A flame which terrorizes me with intensity as it Flows with me, through me And I long for that fear as I have longed for nothing save breath And that as a close second
I need you To taste you with my mouth, my body, my soul You stole my innocence, my niavity And I wished for it with all my being Youthful trust still existing, but catious of all men
You smashed my walls, destroyed my defenses Sent me scrambling to protect my heart All for naught
Because you were not an enemy You were my teacher, lover, and mostly... my guide.
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Artemis
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Post by Artemis on Jun 24, 2004 14:05:16 GMT -5
Mmm quite interesting very much heartfelt at least that's what I get from the words. I like it
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Zarni
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Post by Zarni on Jun 24, 2004 16:57:33 GMT -5
wow. passionate. based on experience?
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Post by sonnetinkinston on Jun 25, 2004 9:26:45 GMT -5
Yes an no. As any writer is prone to do, I tend to exaggerate things. But I'll take inspiration wherever it may come from, and strong emotions are a good place. You should see what I write when I'm angry.
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