Saturday, October 6, 2007

How does lust end?
When the dull wetness of a fresh kiss sighingly evaporates?
When red rushes back to dug out white
And only your half-mooned talon remains?
Or did it end when my drop washed cheek stained the questionable linen?

You never looked back my love...
A sigh, A tear, A closed door
There's the end of lust....

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