core

Magenta chambers send
a rush of oxygenated joy
through my very being.
A pulse racing
with the excitement
of joining with you;
entwined together,
legs, arms and hands
a confusing mix.
Every pocket of
my inner soul filled
with hope;
[the longing having
been consummated]
A crimson flush permeates
my essence,
the core belongs to you now,
and you alone.

A contest entry

Break The Cliche by Lyre-Bird-. 550 points, ended April 13, 2007, 17 entries
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April 13, 2007

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Firstly I want to thank you for entering the contest and following all the rules........
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wish you the best of luck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Tracey

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