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If This Was the Last
Your ebony hair curled and cascaded untamed, some swirled in the stream of craving squall, some laced the lilting lattice of lust on your forehead of ivory canvas, engraving the contours of the evanescent charisma. I wondered if this was your last fleeting irmage I would glimpse flicker in the wind to fade in oblivion, if there was no tomorrow. Your almond eyes deep as the azure sea waltzed to the melodic waves of the fervent music, the eyelids danced with the flutter of beguiled butterfly, floating in the air of yearning on the charming wings, weaving the wondrous fabric of trance. I wondered if this was your last dormant dream, I would deem drift away in the wind to wilderness, if there was no tomorrow. Your crimson cheeks soaked to shine the patina of the blooming rose I adored, spreading the seductive scent in the bemused breeze, with the touch of my desire caressing your face, rippling with rapturous hues of glowing glamour. I wondered if this was your last portrait painted in the twilight hour I would see glow, if there was no tomorrow. The buds of rose bloomed on your luscious lips, swathed in the lilac luster of the sunburst dulcet dawn, the attractive allure glinted with gorgeous glow like the pearls of dew on the pristine petals of pink rose, shining like a star in the sequined sky. I wondered if this was your last lyrical smile, I would sense in my memory as the stardust sonata, if there was no tomorrow.
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