Sultry Whispers

Let the sonata serenade me from those beautiful lips

silken hair of a goddess shines before me

her eyes

they take my soul away 

so forcefully subtle 

my knees buckle beneath me to such levels that they fall to kiss the ground by the shear illicit nature of her beauty

my heart stops

I become lost and escape into the deep pale flames of blue that pours out her soul

I torture myself by returning

and feeding 

the growing hunger in my longing soul

 

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