TIVEA

The feel of passion in the past shadows, one remains, the red wine for my taste, I feel it, in you, soft touch of the teeth, a silent gasp, a scream of pain, a tiny drop that I spilled on the floor will be all that remain, can you feel it, the lack of life as you go pale, what a delight, behind the curtain there are things you do not se, there are things you do not need to know, come closer, theres so much to be done...



Poetry by Golem
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Written on 2007-02-19 at 21:02

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