Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Fate

A light rain giving way to goosebumps on my skin,
Music... moving and telling, begging to be let in;
Sound and wine, penetrating my soul,
Being so close, physically, intellectually... is taking its toll;
Fated fantasies filled with fire,
My body succumbing to its destined desire..

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