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love is emptiness
Anticipation mounts as she draws close to me
Struggling to rid myself of daunting inhibitions.
Wanting nothing more than to be free.
Tangled and twisting in a writhing exhibition.
The smoothness of her skin.
The smile of her and all hates.
The scent of her hair.
The beautiful foot of her.
The long hair.
The tweety of her favorite.
The taste of her blood.
Turning and churning.
For your soul I am yearning.
The smell of sweat intermingled with blood.
Both of them pouring off us like a flood.
She pulls at my hair.
Screaming out in agony and joy
If love were a game.
She wasn’t playing fair.
She cheated with me.
Her tortured spirit she was flaunting.
Just searching for something.
Something i need to hold tightly.
Something i don't want to loose.
Something I had missed.
Then finally we want to kissed
And lastly . . . . . . . . .we are apart.
But still my love is not empty.