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Irratic Orchestra

Poetry By: Maij

Tags: Love, Dark, Kiss, Pain, Poetry

The painful pleasures of love. The reader is the judge of what lovely act is causing these... painfully pleasing sensations.

Submitted:Apr 9, 2011    Reads: 49    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

Dark and exquisite is the pain.

Yor loving claws rip across my beating heart,

like a carful bow across delicate strings.

As you continiue your promenade,

Sinful music falls from my lips.

Rising to a grotesque crecendo; uneven.

Our bated breath cuducts this irratic orchestra.


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