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She closed my eyes,
and stole my sight.
I felt her lips,
as they touched mine.
She fed the hunger,
she quenched the thirst.
If I'm the hunter,
she got me first.
A game of chance,
she made me play.
With ignorance,
that made me stay.
She kissed me here,
as she dissected.
Filled with fear,
so perfected.
- Title: One Night
- Artist: challen08
- Description: i made this just from the thought of the perfect night..
- Date: 05/10/2009
- Tags: night poetry
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Comments (2 Comments)
- challen08 - 05/12/2009
- woah thanks for the comment, i never thought people would like this. obviously you did so thanks a lot. smile
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- Freaky Stitch - 05/11/2009
- The only word I can think of is phenomonal. Bravo. biggrin
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