Wednesday, January 10, 2007

The Virgin Boy's Story

Our lips met and time stopped
As the sun watched a mortal kiss a goddess
When eyes are kissed shut, emotions erupt
And souls entwine in their own furnace
I pause as tears from her eyes roll
T'was just us two, and no tomorrow.

The wind is still 'tis evening
Nothing's moved like nothing dares
Even the birds refuse to sing
Like God hath paused His chores and stare
She moans softly as I kisses trace;
I lick the sweet tears from her face.

My melting heart I cannot help
My tears let go as taste I her breasts
She smells like angels ought to smell.
And I shall make her bosom my nest
And let it be told and re-told in the cosmos as destiny;
That I slept in her arms, and the rest-- history.

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