Pleasure on the rise
Dionysious' pride
He's loving me uncontrollably
It's the softer side
Of prodded rage growing wild
Try and run and hide
Silly child this ain't no game
It'll only multiply and divide
Words like serendipity and rapture collide
Moments swept away in a pied piper tease
Wake violently to approach
Working in rythm and stride
~Nichole Leigh 10/2007
Thursday, April 10, 2008
The Rouse
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1 comment:
excellent. I love it.
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