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Subject: {ASSM} The Valley by Lord Malinov
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The Valley
by Lord Malinov
<malinov@ev1.net>
~~~
Variations on a Theme
Inspired by Desdmona
~~~
Beauty
Languorous pause
Thumping heart
Luscious love
Short of breath
And the madness I felt
Fades away
Beauty
As my thoughts tickle the vision left bare here before me
Though the furious longing that possessed me to hold you
Escaped with each ravenous spurt of devotion
Tender feelings pour through me and I smile in wanting
To feel deep inside you, though we seem
Far away
Beauty, my precious, my lover
My love
Could I be yours forever, by a flash of tense thrusting?
Will the kiss of your lips, gently sucking
My hunger, make you mine?
A long moment passes, all questions ring hollow
The rush of sensation left us lying together
And a moment alone
Turns away
Beauty
Can we recover the words that still echo
In the deep hush of silence surrounding our bed?
Were promises made and truly believed?
Or were they dreams fashioned from madness
In the carnal eruption and in gentle reflection
Chased away
Beauty
The afternoon sun tempts my eye
From your luscious, immodest flesh
Still aglow, but my appetite's sated
The day calls out, beckons me
Baited by reasons, compulsive seasons,
Commitments post dated
While we lie here, still naked
In the blush of our mating
Gone away
Beauty
Adorations
Though time rudely commands me;
"Get out of this bed!
Attend to your business, comb your hair
Walk away"
I can't bear to surrender the brush of your beauty
The magic spell cast in your arms makes me stay
In love with your beauty
Short of breath
Mischevious
Wanting
Growing
Hungry
Again
~~~
The Valley
by Lord Malinonv
<malinov@ev1.net>
--
Power belongs to those who dare . . . Sapere Aude
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