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Thursday, December 01, 2005
The silence of the night
In the cold cold silence of the night,
hidden in the enclosed privacy of a box,
miles from where he was born,
the two Os consummated.
The soft pink tender fleshs,
that for the first time found each other,
finally carried passion and love,
with eyes closed in longing indulgence.
When meeting ends,
silver threads still hung,
determined to keep the two together,
for as long as they sky hangs above them.
-weikiat
posted by Wicked at 11:04 AM
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