About this stubborn person, who thought that desire can never inflame them.

I laughed it out…
a thousand desire,
yielded inside me hot flamed fire.
Melted me, when I
beseech to not.
My native tongue-
was not near me to be found.
Capture the inner most side of me,
leaving me breathless with a kiss.
A mock laugh,
murmured in my ear.
His tongue tickled my throat.
As he left in a whims of glory.
After delivering this blow.

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  • lh on Jul 10, 2009

    how did dit then go???????????/

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