|Gripping Fates (standard:poetry, 163 words)|
|Author: Dreamer||Added: Jun 06 2005||Views/Reads: 1764/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|its a poem, expression and flowery language, u kno the whole 9 yards|
Soulessly the grip of my fate, the songs of salvation much to late, truth through utter disbelief, false hope and soddered dreams, held together by our makeshift wings, floating, drifting, feeling the air as it courses my veins, the unending burst of joy for the freedom felt as I fall to the world, crashing through my fragile sentiments, shattering my serenity, the emptying pool of tranquility, the water level rises as the feeling increases, the thrumming, the motionless embrace of souls caught in dancing for joy, of lovers arms caressing each other in pure sensuality, the first faltering kiss, the heating of the blood as what the kiss implies, insinuates, comes to terms in there young minds, she craving for his touch, he the feel of wanton, it but an expression of their passion, as they close their eyes, barely able to distinguish each other, only able to feel one another, they as droplets of water that always end up entwined into one. Tweet
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