Diary of a Madman: Aphorisms, Maxims and Allegories

P Erotisk

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...I see her there,

Swollen from the foreign heat,

She beads-up sweat, and cools the Earth before her,

She leaves her foot-prints in the sands

of time...there is no time.

She waits, and is noticed, in the frolic of her dismissal,

but I see,

I see her,

I know her,

every inch, every, curve and latice, ... my hand beacons,

the water ripples outward of her walk, and obeys to her annoyance -

But I know more, than the water: I know her...

Her eyes meet mine, and in this occasion, we are both met with a smile,

we are both known by a connection, that is oddly familiar amongst the strength - of the Erotic.

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