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"everybodies going to the party have a real good time dancing in the desert blowing up the...Why do they always send the poor??" System of a Down mymorningmusic burning soul flaming eating fuel like glowing embers under the moonless skin of night corpulescent twinges slapped the tightness of breath waiting for the release come have me let me be undone let me take the chapter the bar needs new chairs she'll be off work at one room 104 running deep I hope I can keep the string in this maze knowing that I am the minatour the taste of sword my own self seeking hot dry tug of lip the sweet large eyes sweeping light like the edge of the night room the thin nothingness between us dissolving like paper poems in this thundering rain of lust

Really fantastic writing! Your words fill every empty space and make our dull, daily routine seem somehow bearable! Kudos and Bravo!

My stars can speak for me in this case well done awesome read ... Love and Light JayC

sensuous yet tasteful. Beautiful wording. Chrys Go live and be rewarded

I'm sure no-one can do tenderness quite like you: your graceful eroticism is purely transcendental with not even a hint of crudity. This whole piece is a joy to read not only do the words themselves flow but they carry along with them a seamless aggregation of conjoined meaning. Wonderful Mike "not all matterings of mind equal one violet" ~ e e cummings ~

For the "crutch" there certainly is more than the want... it is the all-fired-need! loved this word play! Richard

passion soothe your words nectar to my ears which go through a technical analytical process digestion dissolve and repartake assimilation association and then then it finds my heart locked in the prison of )as Jim sang >>Her own despair<<( but in this case My own despair your words are like light to me in the depths dazzling refreshing refracting entrancing dancing luring wavering conquering ahh the masquerade of which only more can (N) Ever satisfy you are my drug refined ***

Don't have time to read other comments now, but here's me... I found in this an excellent poem of sensuality & passion Emmerie, it is your hallmark I suspect to some extent, even your picture drips with that kind of ripening bloom. Wonderfully written it feels familiar (I mean, I know these feelings & these descriptions, & I can feel their swell through these words). Bravo woman, really great. xx Anni We dont believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveal