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Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Bliss


To be enticed
Caught in the net of beauty
The brilliant flare

Lit, the swinging arc
Bright against the cold gray sky
The light of the muse

A golden vision
I could not keep her hot gaze
Daughter of Thunder

Moved by my longing
Like a moth, drawn to the flame
Set against the night

Taken in the grip
Of passion, The touch of love
Forbidden, enthralled

Lost in the rapture
Floating on a cloud of bliss
Drugged, consumed, forgotten


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