Wednesday, December 3, 2014

The Love of Snugs

What should be the color
For my hair she said
Why it is simple
It should autumn red

Flowing like a river
Cascading into the sea
Crashing upon the shore
Of my upper body

Take in its essences
Its aromatic flavor
Delicate hints of angels breath
Take her in and savor

Beauty unwarranted
But nonetheless ingrained
Has fanned my inner desires
Burns with the heat of her flame

I want her blood in my veins
Wrestle passions to the ground
Twisted souls rejoice
Salvation is to be found

Never before had imagined
Such a delightful tryst
One cannot hope but wonder
When will be the next instance

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