Ballroom MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Caressed

by taffeta,

and sweet lavender silk.

Slipping into dainty slippers.

Poised.



I want to feel

that way again.

The rush

of ancient winds

newborn

against our skin.

I want to feel your breath

slip past.

So perfect.

It taunts the air itself.



I want to tear through

to the past,

to sink my teeth into the flesh

of time forgotten.

I will devour years,

hours,

minutes,

seconds,

just to hear your voice.

just to see your eyes,

black sapphires,

burn with promise.



Back to before,

when you were mine,

and I was yours.

And we shall dance.





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KMG28 SILVER said...
on Jul. 29 2016 at 12:14 pm
KMG28 SILVER, Brooklyn , New York
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Favorite Quote:
“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than I

Your choice of words creates the beautiful mood. As I was reading, it was like slow and dramatic voice in my mind. I really like it.

bbg.101 said...
on Mar. 1 2010 at 3:05 pm
omg i like this... i can totally relate to this, we have all had days like this for mine it is like weeks and weeks


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