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We three wished upon a star.
One is fairest, one had the car.
One is the bind that is the love.
We three stare at clouds above.

Slowly, softy, changing shape;
Like we; folding, holding, loosening chape,
Warmth of breath upon taut strength.
We roll, and stick, and cling.

For each other, we sustain.
Pleasures ache, quakes refrain.
Touch brings shivers, slivers wide,
Ever growing, rolling tide.

Upon the Earth, beneath the sky.
We three embrace, nuzzle, sigh.
We recede from the crest.
Reluctantly, we rise and vest.
I wanted to write something a little ******, but also a bit on the alternative side, a little bit of the underground.
 Oct 2015 Abhigya mohan
Day
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 Oct 2015 Abhigya mohan
Day
i can see it,
in your eyes,
the
distance
between
us
becoming
                 *farther
                             and
                                     farther
                                                  apart
till I can no longer see your eyes
 Oct 2015 Abhigya mohan
Day
Peasants underestimate,
the sacrifice of a King,
all they see,
are the fancy things.
griping,
and
groaning,

when in actuality,
they are more free,
then he ever,
will be.
i was inspired by camelot.
 Oct 2015 Abhigya mohan
Day
sitting at a keyboard,
thinking
and
typing.
wondering,
as if these words,
could really ever make a difference.
but never giving up,
because some who are,
most appreciated,
were never around to see it.
i sit and wonder,
maybe being,
blind,
is better,
maybe being,
deaf,
is better,
but always feeling,
because without,
What would I write about?
fogotten for now, remembered forever.
Hello, don't hang up
I know you don't know me
But I believe I know you
I know your dreams
I know your desires
Of the darkest seduction
From a strangers voice
Of how I would use you
But strict with kindness
Punish you with lusts
Lusts yet unknown to you
Lusts to ravish your body
To please you in many ways
All the ways you dream of
Would you dare to know me?
Would you dare return my call?
Don't be afraid of the dark
All you need do is step inside
All you need do is use the phone
Dial my number, I dare you
Copyright © Chris Smith 2014
I be a genius in a bottle,
Lost at sea, bobbing in the scorchlight,
For a hundred years I await the right,
To put my mind on the throttle.
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