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Violet Lust
Invisible fingers caress my lips
as I playfully swing, spread wings, take flight.
The breeze carries me on perfumed feathers,
while dewdrops shine, golden in honey light.
Creeping through canopies, rays watch intent,
as branches dance to the chime of laughter.
Bathe together in purple-veined petals,
Violet unfolds like eons hereafter.
This flower bed, found in woods, majestic,
bloom in moist meadows, \'neath mother\'s kind care,
yet here in passion-wrought dream garden, is
where lust-coloured heart shapes burgeon most fair.
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Comments
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På trollherrens tryne ny stiga ett grin
han höjer sin yxa han piskar sitt svin
ansikten vrids till ilska andra vrids till skräck
När trollens arme rider fram i en storm av blod och träck
Så faller man efter man
Så viner en vind av blod och lem
Good stuff, in any case
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Suture Staff.
Anyway, I gave you most of my votes in the contest. This poem rocks!
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:icondiscodann: :icondomox: :iconproject9: :iconstotty:
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Fear is the darkroom where negatives are developed.
Great imagery, appeals to all senses. Beautiful choice of words... Wonderful!!
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