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Last Time
Lay the hourglass
on it's side.
Suspend time
if just for this ride.
Deep in me
Stay like this.
A forever kind
of euphoric bliss.
Hard breaths
(thump thump)
Fast beats.
Our bodies' song
Love's Heat.
Yet still it ticks
against this wish.
Our stolen passion
to reminisce.
on it's side.
Suspend time
if just for this ride.
Deep in me
Stay like this.
A forever kind
of euphoric bliss.
Hard breaths
(thump thump)
Fast beats.
Our bodies' song
Love's Heat.
Yet still it ticks
against this wish.
Our stolen passion
to reminisce.
Published 20th May 2014
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20th May 2014 2:57am
Sometimes I think remembering is 75 per cent of sex. Yet how we all wish to escape those chains and live only in the moment, yet at the same time know we will never be able to do that fully. Thanks for a beautiful lyrical elegy.
20th May 2014 4:12am
24th May 2014 8:41pm
LOVE IT!!!!
Ms. LP I Love your ink on this!!
A Pleasure too read!!!
Sir Lancelott
Ms. LP I Love your ink on this!!
A Pleasure too read!!!
Sir Lancelott
26th May 2014 2:10pm
The first stanza is beautiful ... Masterful. I love the duality of "hourglass" as in suspending time, but also the woman's body ...
... The piece moves full circle - like time.
... The piece moves full circle - like time.
28th May 2014 1:48am
30th May 2014 5:00pm
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2 short, but
long on that introspective yearning.
Definitely an exercise in good taste.
Felt.
.
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31st May 2014 2:31pm
