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To Beg

In a heated pace  
beauty breeds her longing face  
with set back eyes,
piercing and penetrating
where smoke can only hope to find  
embers that burn thru time  
and continuum  
 
 
pure oxygen stoked in flame  
in form, in fit  
a competition, but it's not  
a tease to hold that spot  
spirits running hot  
letting wine spill across the lips  
before even a beg to begin to kiss

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 10/15/2019 9:36:00 PM
You know your rockin it right! Makes the heart sigh!;)
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Date: 10/13/2019 2:36:00 PM
pure oxygen stoked in flame...
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Date: 10/13/2019 7:39:00 AM
Love the imagery here TS,
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Date: 10/12/2019 6:52:00 PM
Nice original poem. It moves very fluently.
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Date: 10/12/2019 2:47:00 PM
Like the rhythm and wording. Captivating read!
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Date: 10/12/2019 2:01:00 PM
Sweet write, and so original. xomo
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Date: 10/12/2019 8:10:00 AM
- A great poem, TS ... especially like the last verse :) - // Anne-Lise :)
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