dying

her heart is thumping through her breast,
the warmth of her soul radiates through her pores,
her eyes burn bright amidst the mist of december,
her lips are wet with every breath,
as my fingers run through and entice her senses.

let me die in your arms, beautiful one.

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~ by saikow on May 8, 2007.

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