I think of you in terms of flesh.
and mud.
when bones enmesh.
and raging fires rape
the blood.
my dreams my cage of lust.
and awe.
above my crust.
beneath your feline purr
and claw.
a blanket built of sweat.
and sigh.
your silhouette.
my morning patch of skin
and sky.
a wake-up call of smile.
and song.
a childish guile.
a woman dragging suns
along.
I think of you in terms of day.
and lair.
your words' bouquet.
your blazing trail of love
and flare.
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playing rhyme games and tricks... now, if there ever was an insane mental pleasure... 
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I have insomnia again, I knew I would when I started to write once more. so here I am 3:30 in the am
I came searching - I found brilliance!
this surely sizzles the tastebuds in this wee hour of the morn- my romantic silver-tongued devilish friend.
Your images are picturesque indeed, just all around superb writing - but then again, I knew it would be, it's why I popped in!
blessings, Sandi 
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I like to play a game with my rhyme muse too for all kinds of pleasure
~S~
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I think of you in terms of greed
you hogging all these terms of flair
compounding all the words you need
leaving us mortals bits and drabs
empty images, a mindless share...
Bravo Maestro!
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"a woman dragging suns
along."
And a man luring moons with his wildly whispered words...How beautiful this is, dear Scribe. What a generous, demanding source your Muse must be. Glorious as always, my Friend.
I wanna write like you IF I grow up.
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