deep silence
audible in the calm,
lit by blood
made from skin,
love a human industry,
his intentional face
written with what
only darkest nights bring,
she reflected what he saw
and had her own
flickering gleam,
restaurant a stage
on which they now played,
a filmy invitation glowed
the mellow strained juices
of calm
thickened by shudder of
her lips,
ecstasies spell knotted
by one kiss,
doubt a pain long gone,
she would know the
hungering weight
and he the feverous
unbound liberty
We all play our roles, live out our desires…
Anna :o]
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I really enjoyed reading this and the end with her feeling the weight and him the liberty…wow!
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Thanks Judy glad you liked
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You could cut the passionate air with a knife !
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Oh yes, it works every time!
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Thanks Karen followed you on Google+ as well hope all is good
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I like restaurant as stage … very nice!!
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