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In Loving Memory...

Did you really enter my shadows and trade your secret whispers,
breathe lies into my emptiness, like tendrils of a touch on barest skin.
I thought of you, how you came to me,
unlocked you for a second from my mind,
remembered you. In loving memory, I doubt I know of what?

I wonder,

Did you ever think within that soft caress of tenderness?
that trembled on the threads of my existence
that you somehow found me there?
Your wistful words that rested spiteful tones upon my conscience
touched me in every way.

In all of that, I think you never truly did touch me.

I found you there again today within my thoughts,
twisting in my stratosphere and still I felt in pain of you.
How stupid can I be to place my heart and soul within your reach
within the depths of me, to even let you take me there again?

Imagine!

I think this time the game surely would mine,
snakes and ladders, maybe of my own design.
Or could it be you earned the right to be my pawn,
for me to play should I even find the time.

You tempted me with whispered words,

a thought in which you trembled
maybe even shivered with delight;
you think you knew beneath it all, the avenue I�d take.
Maybe thinking that, was your first and last mistake.

You tempted me just the same; to play the game in your own name.

I kiss you now, Goodbye.

Though I would take you there again,
that place where I meant nothing and my nothing was your everything.
as your breath rose you'd watch me slowly fall,
but now I�d see you topple from your mighty pedestal
A symphony to you of my deepest sensuality,
the greatest loss I think, for a simple one man band who couldn�t play a note.

When did our world collide and fracture? �

Did softened lips on heated skin send tendrils deep within,
to tease from you a breathless gasp
that told my soul those tendrils found intended goal at last.
Only in a never-land of my long forgotten past.

Oh how I need to laugh, though I would cry.
In tenderness my soft caress would rage your blood though pulsing veins,
till heated fires of lust, would sear your heart within those flames
And then, in ashes you will lay, your soul and spirit charred,

completely burned away,
in lust not love you craved for me�

You never really wanted me, yet couldn't set me free!