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Night blossoms around us under the stars Looking back, it’s the first admiration Or perhaps it was just the thrill of could be Inside spirits brewing into a fire and fight To be put out; but that was yet to come, And this is now. The thrill of the night. Smoke rings tangling around the stars On the deck, legs dangling off the side Sitting side by side for… body heat Inside spirits brewing into a fire and a fight To be put out; but that was to come, And this is now. The thrill of the night. |
The flow is extremely nice, your choice of words mesh together and somehow it all made sense in my head when I came to the very end. I enjoyed the third bit, especially. It tells you a story with so little words, I think. I wouldn't change a thing; perfect length, perfect dynamic, perfect wording. Great write, I loved it. | Posted on 2013-09-03 00:00:00 | by MyPeriodical | [ Reply to This ] | Some things transcend the natural desire for suppression. Though we realize the danger this incurs we find ourselves voting in the affirmative. It's only natural that this thrills, the answers seem so obvious. It's like, down here at the bizarre bazar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugueness, estranged ensemble orchestrations and all!! Take it from a dedicated lothario lout, the thrill of your knight. Might I suggest my post "Succubus"? Seriously this appeals to my prurient instincts. | Bruce | Posted on 2013-08-28 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ] | |