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[title] => Lovers
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[bodytext] => ![]() Two curious kids, a razor blade, forbiddance amid; the night was made. She climbed astride, the light was out, he closed his eyes, and saw no doubt. His pounding heart allowed no thought; his sweat was hot, her whisper soft. Her presence real, he bit his lip and felt cool steel accross his skin. She was a tease, who dealt in fear; was always pleased when she could hear a painful cry, the slit of flesh, a sultry sigh; a wound that's fresh. His neck so young, her kisses spread. He felt her tongue, for he had bled. Their eyes met fast with love and trust, and soon surpassed boundries of lust. Against her breast, She held him close. So sound they slept; the sun arose. July 21, 2004 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 2 [informant] => tlhInganHom [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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