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Anticipation
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Anticipation Anticipation echoes Here like a vast place You need your own Ouija board, I will joke The magic eight ball says… But in a sad way, it’s real This echo of unknowing... To see what lies beyond And I feel eyes on the Back of my head, And I feel hands on the Back of my head, So disturbing when You haven’t seen the face. You wouldn't do that I'm utterly confident... I knew when I began to Learn about your history - Telescoping, probing These are paranoia I hear your fingers plucking Pretexts for what we want Is really a safety, how ironic - Is that, seeking safe here? And, sniffing the sky for Snow, for rain, I can taste Some storm coming… I hear guitar strings play A melodic rhapsody in Our quirky similarities – Eager, manic, endlessly Pivoting back in my mind to Your seduction shadowy and Clasped together, nuzzled Grapes, frosty, clinging to stem, Hanging, succulent…expectant - Tumbling into callused, eager hands Endpoint, to toss and moisten Bitter leading to sweet, a harmony Of moisture on your tongue A sublime skin bursting and gutted, My enter center ground to a Smiling, sated pulp at last - I want your specific Soul to consume. Devour. Pulverize Mine, again...again - Till the next time. Dante Gabriel Rossetti "Green Bower" 1860s British (born in Italy)       |
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Dear Ms. LipsSayAll, Thanks! Yes...Happy Valentine's Day to you and Roger. Kisses, MT
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