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Succubus
waking
in their bed
beneath the slates
waking
as in a dream
slowly aware
waking
completely
waking
in the window airs
waking
in the hush
of the night
palely lit by her lucent light
the night
calls to him
and he walks out
the night
absorbs him
summer dew wet on his feet
her cool breath on his naked flesh
the quiet mysterious night
s...
Saturday 7th July 2018 6:28 pm
Wandering Fado
Soft music offering backdrop
in a tongue peculiarly diverse
It were some sort of a ballad
with words woven in a verse
Couldn’t grasp what projected,
just felt the sense profound
It traversed beyond restrictions,
free spirited and totally unbound
The warm voice mesmerizing,
emanating from deepest of core
...Sunday 23rd February 2014 4:56 pm
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