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Nocturne Delights
The nexus
between
fantasy & intuition
is determined
by the way
in which
your
body reacts
as the heart
does not
lie
unlike
the psyche
which sways
like the
pendulum
in an attempt
to deny
and
lie
about what
you've
always known
to be
the
truth
and
perceptions
malign
the purity
within
one's heart
which
is found
in the
way
we gravitate
towards
the
holy grail
and
eternity
wouldn't
be long
enough
to share
a love
that destroys
kingdoms
and
do you think
a woman
would
want you
and
trust you
to be
wrist deep
in
the depths
of
all things
her
divine
if she
didn't
love you
and
love
can take
you
to unknown
places
taboo
whilst dancing
beyond
the brink
of
fleeting moments
to settle
into
the ambience
of
yours
gliding
graciously
upon
mine
as we explore
define
nocturne delights
crushed
beneath
the heat
of your
breath
as our bodies
ravage one
another
and
the time
for pretending
to be
mediocre
is not
now
so grip me
tight
and
hold me
as you
bury
yourself
deep inside
me
and
watch the way
my body
quivers
from the way
you take
what’s yours
and
there’s a time
and place
for
being nice
in the
afterglow
as you
plant
kisses
along the
trestle
of
swollen & bruised
flesh
triggering
the
ache
for more.
between
fantasy & intuition
is determined
by the way
in which
your
body reacts
as the heart
does not
lie
unlike
the psyche
which sways
like the
pendulum
in an attempt
to deny
and
lie
about what
you've
always known
to be
the
truth
and
perceptions
malign
the purity
within
one's heart
which
is found
in the
way
we gravitate
towards
the
holy grail
and
eternity
wouldn't
be long
enough
to share
a love
that destroys
kingdoms
and
do you think
a woman
would
want you
and
trust you
to be
wrist deep
in
the depths
of
all things
her
divine
if she
didn't
love you
and
love
can take
you
to unknown
places
taboo
whilst dancing
beyond
the brink
of
fleeting moments
to settle
into
the ambience
of
yours
gliding
graciously
upon
mine
as we explore
define
nocturne delights
crushed
beneath
the heat
of your
breath
as our bodies
ravage one
another
and
the time
for pretending
to be
mediocre
is not
now
so grip me
tight
and
hold me
as you
bury
yourself
deep inside
me
and
watch the way
my body
quivers
from the way
you take
what’s yours
and
there’s a time
and place
for
being nice
in the
afterglow
as you
plant
kisses
along the
trestle
of
swollen & bruised
flesh
triggering
the
ache
for more.
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