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Wendy Isbell |
A brief taunt, from the wild nature held inside,
a stolen moment,
a glance...
Overcome by history's tide.
Chilled air and liquored tongue...
Forewarned in thought,
the night's outcome.
Still, laughter cometh and energy swayed...
With bars withdrawn,
the choice was made.
We doused ourselves in naughty pleasures,
finding no retreat.
Accepting all offered gestures,
gave way to will's defeat.
Fire swept through our embrace...
energy swam between our skin.
Eyes shut to this known disgrace,
caring nothing of our sin.
A Flame was lit, yet all too brief,
as all fine moments do quickly pass...
Now ashes taint this memory,
guilt stricken with no impasse.
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