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The Death Of Lovewhat shall we call itThe Death Of Love
when the death of love arises how shall we name it full of pain and harsh surprises
if it comes with the dawn will we run and hide from it in fright
and if it comes with dusk falling
shall we survive though the night
shall we wish to die alone in grief before the noon hour
and after the sun is gone
will midnight find us dead in our bower
what shall we call it
when the death of love arises how shall we name it full of pain and harsh surprises
swift seductioncome to me he whispered from the shadows fall at dusk come my love his sibiliant hiss filled with the vampires lust she shivered and she stepped forward knowing she should not but helpless to stand still she was enamouredswift seduction
and her blood was hot
her heart pounding her skin flushed with blood she came when he took her hand her life would never be the same and yet her body cried out for the lust grew in her soul take me her mind screamed and use my body take me whole
he stroked her face caressed her neck and his breath upon her skin she shivered cringed knowing truly that
look againits hard i never liked a clean shaven face but now without a mirror how can i tracelook again
the contours of my jaw with a razor just so the line of my chin so the hair just does show
so i now i shave my face clean each day
i miss my beard in a humanistic way and the ability to slightly alter the view the symmetry of my face now all askew
i remember looking to see if my tie was straight to glance in the glass, say have you lost weight vanity in my appearance once used to be one of the few sins that afflicted me
but now i no longer have that flaw
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| Dominant Male poet philospher lifestyler in D/s |
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