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She dances 'twixt and 'tween my veins,
My Dark Lady of the quiet wee hours,
Her soft breath wreaths me with flowers,
And her scent is that of the angels.
My angel of the lonely night times,
She who always hides herself from view,
I can feel her presence surrounding me,
Warm and loving, patient and true.
Her fingers tickle and trickle over my skin,
Tingles and fire left in their slow wake.
Her lips meet mine in a crescendo of sensation,
And still I beg for more, still more, ever more.
Passion aroused by the way she walks,
Through the slumbering corners of my mind.
Gentle carress across the walls she finds there,
Watching them crumble to dust before her.
My dear Dark Lady of the quiet wee hours,
Departing too soon as dreams come to claim me.
Her warmth and life drifts and flows away,
And once more I'm alone... 'til next the stars spiral.
My Dark Lady of the quiet wee hours,
Her soft breath wreaths me with flowers,
And her scent is that of the angels.
My angel of the lonely night times,
She who always hides herself from view,
I can feel her presence surrounding me,
Warm and loving, patient and true.
Her fingers tickle and trickle over my skin,
Tingles and fire left in their slow wake.
Her lips meet mine in a crescendo of sensation,
And still I beg for more, still more, ever more.
Passion aroused by the way she walks,
Through the slumbering corners of my mind.
Gentle carress across the walls she finds there,
Watching them crumble to dust before her.
My dear Dark Lady of the quiet wee hours,
Departing too soon as dreams come to claim me.
Her warmth and life drifts and flows away,
And once more I'm alone... 'til next the stars spiral.
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-dlaczego wróciłeś? chciałeś spojrzeć
ostani raz w moje oczy? przypomniałeś
sobie sześc wspólnych lat? czy może poprostu szepniesz
wybacz mi, i wszystko wróci?
-zapomniałem papierosów...
Literature
Rombos
por Romy Lara
El aire gélido se coló en la habitación y alborotó los papeles minuciosamente acomodados en el escritorio. Tronándose los nudillos de la mano izquierda, Julio se incorporó y cerró la ventana de un golpe. Afuera el cielo se caía pedazo por pedazo. Reacomodó el desorden que se había hecho en su mesa de trabajo, colocando cada documento en su lugar: los de etiqueta amarilla en la carpeta amarilla, los marcados con verde en la papeleta verde y así consecutivamente con cuatro colores más.
Procedió a sacar un cuaderno de portadas negras de su
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ABOUT LACHLANWOLVES
NAME: LachlanWolves
Lachlan- (LOCK-lin)
Coming from the Gaelic word for Scandinavia, Lochlann, its meanings includes "from the land of lakes."
LachlanWolves come from a very interesting background. Like most animals they once where socialized and lived in colonies. But when a large storm came over Leith it changed the world forever. Bringing ruin over the lands, the Lachlan wolves retreated to cover in secluded groups. Some resorted to wetlands, where they passed away and became one with the land they resorted to. Every LachlanWolf Is a ghost of their past selves. Many features tell stories from their past (past fights, scars, rotting flesh,
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First draft of something that started to form in my mind last night before I went to sleep, it needs a little work again but then t'is rare that you get anything completely right the first time round isn't it?
Most trouble I had with this? The title. Anyone think I did well with it? If not, can anyone suggest anything?
As always comments/criticisms are more than welcome
Most trouble I had with this? The title. Anyone think I did well with it? If not, can anyone suggest anything?
As always comments/criticisms are more than welcome
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you're right it is very romantic and passionate and sweet, though it seems to be more of a metaphorical representation of love than describing an actual person or situation... i dont know 