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"Heat" by Mord

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A match of sorts their mingled love,
One wants a mate, the other blood,
His shades too dark
Her needs too clean
Their lusts too deep for principalities
She takes her time, he takes the plunge
Their worlds collide as they indulge
The pants...
The moans...
Her screams...
His needs...
Their worlds explode in heat and greed
A staggering mess of sheets and sweat
Lying,
Staring,
Panting,
Wet,
The odds are against her morals beset
In private she weeps for her innocence shattered
She's changed her mind as to what matters.



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On Monday October 30th, 2006, Ainsof (1803) writes:
perfection in rhyme and sentiment... as complete a verse as ever there was, excellent craftsmanship!


On Thursday October 26th, 2006, MindRape (890) writes:
O_o then someone needs to teach her :P no kidding i don't know the muse for this poem but i love the poem! I do feel sorry for the muse though...I have a strict policy of letting go and enjoying sin. :)



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