Transforming Your Exotic Kiss
What kind of lust is this?
Firey daggers of romance
Two-pronged on the table
Your heart at significant crossroads
Fearing he still grips the pulse of dreams
Believe me, when I come full bodied
My stance is definite
Along your quicksand embryo
We've danced through armaggedon
Reality and the pillows of thought
Plushy laid upon your sleeping grove
Watery graves in thrall beyond the ruminations of language
Music deftly played continues its vast beat
As you and I merge together
Copyright © Justin Debrosse | Year Posted 2012
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