Sunday, March 06, 2005

Deliver

Delivering pleasure
To bodies in fusion,
Searching endless energy
In sexual connections...
On a dna chain,
A microscopic sickness
Takes over the brain...
The flames,
The pain...
Random colors blinking
On staring eyes...
Blind sights
Through the mist...
The sweat in your breasts,
A cold, ironic disease,
With the sweet taste of bitterness...
So far out of me...
We're bound as one,
Forever...

by Ivo Silva

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