Waited for this feeling to embrace me again.
Hoped that my senses had not dulled with time.
But love paints your world a vivid red.
Between hope and destiny a fine line.
Like waking up from a deep calm sleep.
To walk into a world so loud and sweet.
Listen to the hard beat of your soul.
Feel the sensous jolt from your head to your feet.
Breath in the sweat of your soul mates desires.
And hold on to your heart as we climb.
This ride pulls a sound from the depth of your throat.
A small short death starts time.
Friday, 13 November 2009
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