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Loves dark side

Loves dark side

How to love, this second gives me a feeling of heart stop. How can this be. Wasn’t my heart already absolute in its bed. Jumping, pounding right out from my chest. My eyes are for the figure sliding into my bed, did I invite you? my doing so or not. Take these hands off. Seconds pass. My hands sliding in you. Long whispers, A longer night. Lying In a fading stream of ecstasy. Gone, overrun with sadness. Betrayed starting with that feeling. Next! I say

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Tony Taylor

VERY artistic look into the erotic/passionate 'dark side' of Love's potential..... where the possibilities speak loudly....... and your poetic prose speaks even louder THINKR ~

              ~ "My eyes are for the figure sliding into my bed
                  Did I invite you?......"

I think this would be even MORE powerful if it were formatted differently!!...ALL STARS!!....... well done dear poet brother.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!........T xo.  : )

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Thinkr

Thank you for your feedback :) I appreciate it 

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