Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Leaving For Work

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Leaving For Work

Sun clad, she languished before me Gilded by the dawn's sweet caress, Her tender eyes seemed to implore me Filled with impassioned distress As sultry lips parted to kiss me And murmur what I already should know: That she would intolerably miss me If I should be such a cad as to go. Her kiss and her... Sign in to see full entry.

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