Spinning 'round the bottom, a whirlpool of words
Sipping her lips loose, soothing objection
Aged vitality washed out under brilliant bursts
New taste onto her tongue awakening hushed promises
Lies born under the guise of whimsy
Passionate kiss of crumbling expectation
The hours melt
Warmth fading
Sounds of realized rejection
Fording the span of sparkling white rapids
A contest entry
- there is truth in wine by And Hyetal.
850 points, ended December 26, 2008, 9 entries
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