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Ciceronian
He is the iridescent Ciceronian
that's capable of holding a heart to ransom
should you be close enough to feel the beating
of his heart as he licks your face and inhales
the scent of your perfume as a reminder that
you're anchored to him and his misery is your
fault as you remind him that love isn't love
if you're spreading yourself thinly.
The love within him glows incandescently
whilst exuding the purity of light
and he gains insight into my flight
and there's meaning behind the
probability and possibility associated with those
words, words that mean something, and there was an
answer to a question that was posed once upon a time.
In still waters, I answer to his subtle
suggestions like a pious that seeks the peace
that can only be found in the depths
of his divinity as I kneel before
his subtle devotions and eloquent motions
to nourish his being in love as my passion
for him knocks the wind out of my sails as
I drift upon the open seas humming to his
heart inaudibly.
Awakening the notions of his machiavellian
intelligence as he pulled me into the vortex
of his tempestuous and melodious breakdown
I found him laced in his sweet orations
as he strummed upon my swollen heart
and took what he needed without a conscience
to the delicate heart that he held
within his callous hands.
that's capable of holding a heart to ransom
should you be close enough to feel the beating
of his heart as he licks your face and inhales
the scent of your perfume as a reminder that
you're anchored to him and his misery is your
fault as you remind him that love isn't love
if you're spreading yourself thinly.
The love within him glows incandescently
whilst exuding the purity of light
and he gains insight into my flight
and there's meaning behind the
probability and possibility associated with those
words, words that mean something, and there was an
answer to a question that was posed once upon a time.
In still waters, I answer to his subtle
suggestions like a pious that seeks the peace
that can only be found in the depths
of his divinity as I kneel before
his subtle devotions and eloquent motions
to nourish his being in love as my passion
for him knocks the wind out of my sails as
I drift upon the open seas humming to his
heart inaudibly.
Awakening the notions of his machiavellian
intelligence as he pulled me into the vortex
of his tempestuous and melodious breakdown
I found him laced in his sweet orations
as he strummed upon my swollen heart
and took what he needed without a conscience
to the delicate heart that he held
within his callous hands.
Published 27th Feb 2015
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27th Feb 2015 11:31pm
a Lothario who has no anchor, sails the vast seas of seduction, & leaves you drifting. excellent composition...
27th Feb 2015 11:53pm
Eloquently expressed and very much like some I've known in the past... Your pen spills magic my friend! :)
27th Feb 2015 11:59pm
Your Ciceronian has such lofty and maybe cunning intelligence, but at the end his hands prove to be calloused. A philosopher, tactician and lover. Could this be your ideal man? Really fine work.
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- Edited 28th Feb 2015 00:40am
28th Feb 2015 00:38am
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