While each breath is exhaled
In synch with the strike of second hands
Patience becomes an unwanted friend
Nearing, we hear, we tempt
With life given to the depths
As our eyes seduce our minds
Death to the space between
As we push through and past
To become a floral arrangement
In the vase of passion
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Author:
Michael (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 7th, 2023 12:33
- Category: Erotic
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