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Mistaken Thoughts

Submitted:Nov 10, 2011    Reads: 21    Comments: 4    Likes: 4   

Walk In The Gloom


Edgar Dark Season

In the dreams of the night, I haunt your mind, Your body lays thin. I deconstruct the events of our shame. The weakness of tired lust. The waking hours of sleeplessness allow for much thoughts of irritant and incorrect analysis. Your body lays thin in the dark hours as you dream and slowly perspire. I have not left your house. I have not left your room. I want your body on me again and await. I await with the patience of a predator for shared pleasures as I act like someone who is up to your status. Your mature body lays thin across the room in the bed you take me to. I haunt your property like a ghost of love. An echo of existence, wanting more from you.


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