Tuesday, January 02, 2007


On the soft winds of time comes Desire,
With outstretched arms she beckons you to come hither.
Dare to explore her mystery and taste the essence of her being.
True to her name by which you know her,
Heart pounding ... approach with caution!
Full ... moist lips glisten in the moonlight,
Hair flowing over soft ... white shoulders.
You ache to concur Desire from within and without,
Quench the thirst, but whose?
Your's or Desire's?



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