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meticously

it's late � �
a rustic sound bellows � � �
candles smoke � � �
making love to the open air � � � �
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I stare in silence � � � �
as thoughts dance upon my eyelids � � �
an old Viennese Waltz aroused � � �
where I first saw her silhouette � � �
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we succumbed to the night � � �
her light � � �
swirling across the cobblestones � �
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It wasn't just my hands around her throat that took my breath away � � �
it was her eyes begging for more � � �
it was the moon howling � � �
her inner glow � � �
growling to be fed � � �
� � � �
given � � � �
taken � � �
nothing else mattered � � � �
but her words � �
mouthed meticously within my ear