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an ebony dragon
an angel carved of ice
pale cream in moonlight
cruelty twisted lips full
jade eyes bright and wide
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a scent like sun-warmed fruit mingling with musk.
purple bruises gather about your creamy shoulders.
tooth, tongue, lip and finger work to unlock secrets.
your sweet breath fills my lungs and caresses my ears.
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A sunrise and sunset in your arms.
Hours just breathing in the scent of you.
Lips pink and petal soft, pliant and inviting.
Molten silver on white skin.
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Its over.
Your eyes seem empty and hungry.
I smell desperation and desire.
I sense the wolf in you that will not be denied,
licking your lips with anticipation of the feast.
I cannot regain what I have lost.
Your beauty before my eyes fades.
Eyes lose their luster,
The smile loses its charm.
Innocence and desire.
Emptiness and fear.
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Wednesday, March 12th, 2003
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I have found nothing worth writing about.
How dreadfully boring I am.
Perhaps I should join a community or two.
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