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Bedding The Ground

Broken down to shivers
One right after the next

Sensual little touches
Slapping me back

Bind me to this moment
Hold me to the bed

You whisper to me softly
Welcoming me in

Dead eyes forever burning
Lifeless desire in your mind

I struggle for freedom
But give in to your wine

You  can't win against poison
It burns its way down

Taking you forever onward
Until you bed the ground

Author notes

Not sure were this came from just popped into my head....

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  • we all give in to the wine after a time i think, dead eyes liven up a bit when the wine flows. and love, well it boogies on down. a good poem.

    • lol wine=poison in this case lol but I get what your saying thanks so much for the comment

  • it's interesting. Sensually enticing. Very sexy. Short sweet and to the point and it seems very softly written at the same time. I like it

  • this is really good... lots of emotion!!!

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