D
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O
P


....to your knees
and worship..

celebrate..

feminine wiles
.............soft flesh
........boiling cauldrons
vintage tongues

D
E
S
T
I
N
Y


There is no need to fight..

that which we cannot see
yet burn with consumption
there is no price tag
yet such as these ...
are never free

F
E
E
D

...off of my lips
magic is made here
between this plump flesh
an electricity
shared by two

breaths...
are meant to be stolen
gazes - to linger
love - to be found
....and lost

D
R
E
A
M
S

are meant to be lived
and
..........S
....H
...........A
.........T
.......T
...........E
.....R
................E
D

horizons, beg to be explored
gardens... planted

touches relished
lips- plump and sweet
with the lingering moistness
of an unbridled kiss

A
N
G
E
R
..is meant to erupt
then to cool
with a cheshire smile
the cool quick silence..
of a moment
before it passes

L
I
F
E

...is meant to be lived
then to end
tears to shed
then dry upon a cheek




L
I
S
T
E
N

...the sweetest music
is meant to fall from lips
even if off key
and to be heard
by sensitive ears
taunting the very soul
in each of us


sup, from my cup
indulge upon the richest
yet sweetest, things in life
moments, all to soon pass
and visions sour

L
A
C
E

... your fingers with mine
and walk aside me
I will show you the things
life is worth living for...

....Open Your Eyes..
look straight ahead
...life awaits..