A sigh left in slumber
tucked in and under the crevice
of a tongue, rung out
and bed-ridden, the
purest intention that
never should have
been shaped into sound.

laced with
caddish charisma,
parting to cover
the lips of lithe lover.
Movement as mechanical
as a jewellery
box dancer,
Slight pause
until the music starts over.

She spreads the flood,
a solitary sidewinder
she slithers
Last edited by bassbeat77 at Sep 29, 2008,
inB4 intelligent crit.

great to see you posting again.

purest intention that
never should have
been shaped into sound.
that's a knockout.
caddish charisma
not so much.

as a whole, i enjoyed it.

that's all i've got. cheers.
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I loved it. Very nice piece.

In fact, I liked it so much that my only complain will be of impressing insignificance :
laced with a
caddish charisma,

That "a" bugged me so much. I know the flow is disturbed without it, but still.

yeah, like I told. anyways, it's always a pleasure to read you, Steve.
i love the title that this got.
who am i kidding? this is beautiful.
just, beautiful stuff.
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dude. nice work here. im quite impressed, i haven't read anything not just from you but from anyone from the forum in awhile but you've made crazy progress since i remember. good job.