What You Wanted To Know

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Feb 14, 2009


Now we begin the parades
Pink and red and white
The lovers walk around
In the glow of the moonlight

Chocolate melts upon her lips
Close your eyes and feel her there
Spinning, interlacing, your fingers
In her silk smooth hair

Close your eyes, Dear Reader
Taste her tongue and feel her lips
Now stop. You heard me stop.
We will never speak of this.

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