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Manuel Sinister

While the words in the book remain the same, your perception of them will not. For these words are the words of a poet's heart, and a poets heart drifts with the shadows of the clouds.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Of Lovers...

Of lovers eyes,
And of lovers lips.

Through our kiss,
Our passion slips.

Of lovers legs,
And of lovers hips.

My mind keeps racing,
My heartbeat skips.

Of lovers touch,
And of lovers skin.

A sensuous bond,
A warmth within.

Of lovers smile,
And of lovers hands.

Unable to fight,
With our hearts demands...
Posted by Manuel Sinister at 8:09 PM

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