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A Darker Lust

By Dulce, Paducah, KY

Another patron
of darker lust,
all lovers' whispers
have been hushed.

Beneath the willow
my lover stands
picking it's blooms
ripe in his hands.

And I lay upon
the fallen leafs
in this garden
of Adam and Eve's.

Forbidden fruit
lay near my lips
and I brush it with
my fingertips.

Then I find myself
in a shower of red,
the rose petals
fall on my bed.

And so does he,
just beside me,
and the shadows fall
just behide me.

Hapiness is vauge,
sorrow is empty,
but love is clear
as long as he's with me.

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