Poetry
Love's Elite.
Kash Baloch·September 17, 2008·Original
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On my heart your name’s engraved. My bleak future you have saved. I am in awe, you’ve been so brave. And that’s why it’s your lips I always crave. They intoxicate me, leave me feeling weak. I am without words, I cannot speak. I turn to you, no longer oblique. Caught in a daze, as my lips brush your cheek. I follow your gaze, as it settles on my thigh. The love I have inside, is reflected in your eyes. No longer blinded, I see through your guise. Like an enlightened sage, I feel so wise. You have touched my soul, it has apprised. The poignancy of your words so bittersweet. Have resulted in the admittance of my defeat. I feel complete, no longer filled with conceit. I can now include myself in love’s elite.

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