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The sting from distance
turns to a pang that reverberates
almost sub-sonic
with strength enough to plague a man restless
and have him plunge his hand heart-ward
to make a bloodied gift for her


          

In dreams,
I've touched your nape with lips
and felt your skin turn silken
'neath tentative fingertips,
then dove into the depths of you
and lost myself
in the beauty of it all
Written by lepperochan (CraicDealer)
Published | Edited 10th May 2014
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