The river brings me the songs of that night
when her eyes sparkled with fireflies
all the way to the most distant stars.
Passion become a real thing as we laughed
smoking funny weed and slowly sitting closer
as the night wore on and passion shined
with the power of a full moon.
I could live in that moment forever
when the first kiss of her lips
showed me the way of passion's wine.
I became drunk and addicted in love
and I see her face in every fire I light.
I feel the tongue of her desire again.
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A contest entry
- there is truth in wine by And Hyetal.
850 points, ended December 26, 2008, 9 entries
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Comments
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one of a kind, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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