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Post by alexeiogrodov on Nov 28, 2005 14:35:28 GMT -5
A day. A night. Another day. Another night. Soft knocking at the door. She opens. He walks in.
The mild light of candles. A bottle of champagne. Some laughs. Some whispers.
Sparks in her eyes; lust in his. A kiss.
She moans. The climax.
The smell of melting wax. The tired eyes.
The door is closed. She is alone. As always.
A day. A night. Another day.
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Post by jessiree on Nov 28, 2005 20:15:49 GMT -5
i like it though the end is alittle depressing it's the part i like keep writting
~jess
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Post by alexeiogrodov on Nov 28, 2005 20:22:10 GMT -5
Thanks Jess, This one was an experiment. Alex
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Post by arcanephantom on Dec 4, 2005 22:31:28 GMT -5
Quite a sensual poem. Not really graphic but it has a touch of eroticiscm. Good piece of work. Becky
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Post by *GoThIc_FairY* on Dec 22, 2005 15:11:14 GMT -5
i like this one.great job
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Post by alexeiogrodov on Dec 26, 2005 12:45:49 GMT -5
Hey, This was intentional to keep the piece as sharp as possible. Just brief images that paint the entire picture. Thanks for reading. Alex
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