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Forbidden Touch

By Sprite

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

~*~*~*~*~*~ He knows too much, makes the forbidden touch ~ Hot ~ swaying in his decision to stay afar ~ Fantasy ~ finds its way in he lays her violet eyes Down ~ Urgently ~ places her book on the shelf closes his eyes ~ Inside ~ he knows too much to turn away he is intimately ~ Aware ~ of her breaths says her name repeatedly in his head ~ Echoes ~ in his injured heart, magnetized with need, heart knows not enough pleads to be relieved of   * * Lust *     * to give freely to itself love's golden gifts, his heart ~ Grieves ~ for the could-have-been lost > Forbidden < because he knows too much. Written March 22nd, 2002 © on Jun 17 2002 04:18 AM PST, Joyce    0 • 10

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