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The Death of the Lovers
written by Gothic_Pirate02:16 PM 3/28/05He came to her at midnight
He followed the moonlight
Lust filled his head
She wanted him in her bed
She cried for him to plunge
She moved with his every lunge
Sweat dripped from every inch of his frame
Follow into the night, every hour she came
I trust you
I love you
Harder, harder, she pleaded
Making him want to give every escape she needed
Cuddle next to him, she sighed
Not loving her was something he tried
A touch of his hand
Every muscle would expand
They drank a poison in which they could confide
That night, lying in each others arms, they died. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Poptartz (3-28-2005 - 02:21 PM)
| died? DIED?! THEY'RE NOT SPOSED TO DIE! *weeps* great poem!!! |
by Crazedpony200 (3-28-2005 - 04:07 PM)
| O MY GOD!!!!! Its sad and wonderful and... |
by xXxBlOoDyMexXx (4-3-2005 - 08:43 AM)
| Man dats deep...i love it |
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