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Inspiration
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entangled in soft plains of her porcelain skin
caught in sweet whispers of her obsidian eyes
he drinks from oceans of her heart
and crashes like a resilient tide
against shores of his own need
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Obsession
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burning inside out
like a fire that never ceases
she melts and showers like a rainfall
pouring her rivers within him
and he drowns
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Worship
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Intertwined in her path
like a myrmidon he follows sweet scent of heavens
kneeling before him as she whispers
‘Speak me in your prayers my love,
and I shall hear you in mine…’
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25-07-05