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Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Amorous surrenders.

 Behind her...
the moon dances through an open window, but it's light refuses to rest upon her;
She’s too beautiful to touch...

 Around her...
clouds are forming and lightning dances everywhere she walks, but rain refuses to fall;
She's too perfect to douse.

 Inside her...
a now alcohol flooded system struggles to follow the rules, and slumber is refused;
She needs more than sleep can offer.

 Before her...
I stand resisting gentle providence, but her heart has already enveloped me;
She’s a conquistador...

 Classy at her wildest...
Properly untamed, she claws at my heart as I kneel before her;
it's a gentle surrender...

but it's a perfect love.


By: Cheyenne Buchanan

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