To tast the wine of passion is all she ever wanted.
To drown in lust and thoughts unsaid.
'I want to feel the penetrating glee of happiness emerging from me'
She wanted it without one single dropp of remorse on the flesh.
The young mind is sadly dying in a morbid flash, and i see the pain in my love.
It echoes in his voice, and mirrors in his eyes.
It wont stop feathering at his heart, but him and her could never part.

by Wendy Chinchilla

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Brilliant Wendy! A favourite. 10 from Tai