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Map of Beauty

Love me; love me tonight –under this moonlit

World filled with chaos. In only seconds your

Hands, they have begun to map my body’s beauty

In fear this will be the last time in the presence

Of each other.

***

I am torn in two, begging and pleading “don’t

Let the color from your eyes fade;” for tonight the

Candle light tangles our shadows together upon

The walls of our own beings.

***

Let me take your hand –to lead you into the

Very existence of my being; feel the high,

The high created between us, feel the way

You rip the very air from my lungs while

Racing circle’s with my heart.

***

I want to whisper sweet nothings upon your ears

–to watch as the reactions of my words show

Its work being done, by the presence of the

Goose-Bumps I can feel on your body as I

Hold you.

***

Living as it is possible to be our last; let us

Go there –to that place where we are met

With sweat dripping, blood rising, and

Toes curling; the force of control

Has taken both us by twister through

The bed sheets one last time.

By Kelly Clegg

Happy Steeming

~~@kellywin21~~

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