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by Dove   Nov 4, 2009


Minds become deceived
By a pretty little pill
Smiles guaranteed
And sweet, sensual thrills

Judgment becomes clouded
There is no right and wrong
Alienate the conscience
This is where you belong

Ecstasy is shattering
Awaking in a dream
Engaging in meek flattery
Senses begin to scream

Whispers of nothing
Silent sweet praise
Kissing and touching
Innocence decays

Each stroke is luxurious
Electrifyingly intense
Hands becoming curious
Neurons are a mess

Flesh collides and meshes
Limbs are intertwined
Biting, groping, looking, lusting
Youthful pleasure is not blind

A moment is forever
Continuing in bliss
Remember this endeavor
Tomorrow reminisce

As if we have moved eastward
The sun arises much too fast
Drained of energy and emotion
Now all is in the past

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  • 15 years ago

    by Emily

    This is so true! great poem, beautifully expressed, oh! I LOVE IT SO MUCH! We must roll together hopey. One day...

    love,
    eme