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whisper.

[font=Courier New]*I�m lying next to you in a bed, knees touching, hand in your hair, lips close enough that you feel my breath every time I speak, eyes locked like wind and ocean in mortal combat, wondering whose hearts guard gates would crumble first, I smile, the room goes dark, and I say*

Hey, listen hard; maybe you�d hear the flutter of blue angels as they circle above us,
Us, the connotation of two magical creatures woven in pair like the braids of your hair,
And I, well I can�t stomach the fact that you�re leaving tomorrow to where you think you belong
For I believe that to you my arms are home and you are just blinded by the high stacks of moral codes,
Those thieves of true freedom that keep you from seeing what�s actually there like my face in your double �D�s.
Your breasts!!! Your breasts are like pieces of Arabian silk that played victim to king Midas� touch,
But now in my arms they are like dual shock controllers to the emotions displayed on your face,
And I can�t help but play the game of making you moan and scream and reach,
And now your face says come closer, but your heart gates still closed and I begin to wonder,
If this touch is not enough to prove to you that this is the way love was meant to be.
So If you�d let me, I�d go lower.
Teach you what ecstasy really means.
Start from your soles and crawl my pink wet brush over your sun browned canvas,
Then sack race marathons up and down those well chiseled thighs you proudly display,
Part your second lip with my first and teach those funny shapes you�d never see the sound of my name
Transform this dark abyss into the seven wonders and make you, my dear, Queen.
Alas�I�m only another young knight on a winged horse branding promises of fairytale futures as gifts for the damsel,
So I won�t cry or hunt you down like a pack of Shiva wolves in winter like all the others do,
Won�t tell you lies, or find ways to twist Socrates theories so you believe in things that aren�t true
I only ask, that you take this winged shoe, so you too for the next hour or two
Can lift your well worn feet off the ground, take my hand, and fly.
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