Category : Poems

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Contradictions abound when passions are awoken.
Be it simple or chaotic one's heart knows no limit of time, no restrictions of definition.
Shallow, ragged and deep comes the breath upon the breast of one entranced by desire, 
while untouched a soul stokes a smoldering fire. 
Thirst be not quenched, from that which endlessly burns.
Hearts beat to a rhythm etched within timeless tale of two
who dared to chance this ageless tale told throughout time.

That for which has become an aching upon skin left quaking,
leaves one's soul shaking, a fear unspoken, of this leap of faith, one for the broken. 
Where many collect heartaches, just like a token.
Be this a tale left unspoken, for fragile hearts never be the same after awoken. 

Silken, supple touch of hand that seeks much, 
Silence that speaks with simple brush. 
Bodies intertwined in a dance played by time, 
This be a dreamers dream, that is all mine. 

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