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meticously

it's late    
a rustic sound bellows        
candles smoke        
making love to the open air        
       
I stare in silence        
as thoughts dance upon my eyelids        
an old Viennese Waltz aroused        
where I first saw her silhouette        
       
we succumbed to the night        
her light      
swirling across the cobblestones      
       
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
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