Like a thief in the night
You come with soft deception
And the rise of your skin
Deadly and calculated
Quiets the raging pulse
That surges with each curve
Revealed by slow interludes
Concealed by what you imply
With the flicker of your tongue
You dip and dive in shadows
Like water broken in ripples
And cobras crown your hair
In a wreath that freezes time
As a coronet of suffering
Venomous flowers that cling
To strands of your being
And stonewall human touch
Without hope, without mercy.















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"passion éternel, désir feu sauvage"
"When moonlight crawls along the street
Chasing away the summer heat
Footsteps outside somewhere below
The world revolves I let it go"
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Resistance is a story, surrender is an art.
"If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I." - Michel de Montaigne.
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Resistance is a story, surrender is an art.
"If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I." - Michel de Montaigne.
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Resistance is a story, surrender is an art.
"If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I." - Michel de Montaigne.
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"passion éternel, désir feu sauvage"
"When moonlight crawls along the street
Chasing away the summer heat
Footsteps outside somewhere below
The world revolves I let it go"
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Resistance is a story, surrender is an art.
"If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I." - Michel de Montaigne.
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