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Category: Writing and Poetry
I must come alive, feeling your beautiful skin gives me pleasure, someone to hold and treasure. It's all about desire, from her head to her feet such sweetness to touch upon. Her beauty inspires me, just what I needed for my poems to be written and read. I'm coming back from the dead. The blood flows recharged in a rhythmic pulse of life. Her lovely face glows like an angel in sight. May the night unveil her to my dreams. With a tear in my eye and fear inside may it be whispered in your ear. Hurtful pride of being cast aside. Embracing pain for it is something to feel. Peel it away ever so slowly, fly where you wish to be. Dance with me as I sleep, awake the senses to a melodic vibration of sound. Awakened from the coma state. The Kingdom shines down on me once again. Take my hunger and feed it this is my need. I'm grateful for your good deed. Passion is my survival. Revive me, give me back life, sing your angelic song.
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