Do not be still my
Dearest little beating heart
Or I would be dead.
Down with the Kid's
Netflix and Chill
Be still my beating Heart
Press play to start the Romance
Be still my beating heart
Resonating off hollow halls
Be quiet my playful passion
Teasing empty promises
Behave my subdued hope
For dreams are made of dust
Be gone my lurid fantasies
For lust is the flavour of hate
Stop. My bleeding heart
Dripping sentiment unwelcome.
Rebecca .A. Huxley
Be still my beating heart,
leave no empty spaces in between us.
We like the flowers in spring
bloom and grow,
although winter always freezes our nook,
before her prance
slowly fall brings her gowns of color
to blanket our land with beautiful
auburns and browns.
Death define
Smell of rotten meat
Your hands
Still cold and decomposed
Yet, you quiver and shake
Be still my beating heart
Be still
Death dances with glee
Dare I think of you?
Lead into temptation
I dance in danger
of falling -
falling,
into a turbulent inducement:
a tantalizing, dangerous liaison,
yet awaking dormant,
quiescent fantasy.
Still falling
free fall, no control,
no safety net, no way back.
Be still my beating heart...
still -
still dreaming
of a life less ordinary:
Latent passion lascivious and
lazily seductive.
Delicious sensuality......
but still sensible
I return to familiar stability.
Awake now, not daring
to dream. Quietude
calming my reverie.
Time passes
Passions fade,
normality returns.
Mundane convention covers
clandestine delusion.
Still now,
Still in the safety
of proclivity,
yet always remembering
that once I dared to dream
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