from Victo Dolore
from The Naga
from Daily in the Willows
A picture tells a thousand words
up close a real human face obscures,
Hides the truth of what is on the tip of its tongue.
Disapproval met by vibes in thrumb .
Pledged to one other
stand with an umbrella ready- for when in need of cover.
Sometimes dripping in regret is
the only way to salvage how we love and why we forget.
tempers threaded with dynamite.
Will of one -stubborn as a carnal idol fight.
sweet words passed along fingertips
pattern swirls over your lover’s body – a pulse – blood rush, skin on skin
not a touch that is fleeting.
Prolong the ecstasy. Uncode the quest in me.
Moths flutter to the nearst light of anxiety.
Love me – hate me – accept I am my gracioust deed.
Trust , how much I am in need.
Drive love away with a belligerent fiaxtion of desire.
arousal and connection fused to spark up …
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