The Diner of Sinners
As i see your lips touching that glass of wine, sipping...
The dirtiest thoughts invade my mind while guessing you.
Would it be a night of sins, sighs, moves and moaning...?
I shall know better, swimming into the color of your blue,
I can't help being aroused by this suspense haunting brain.
every curve of your beautiful body is the configuration
of my most profound desires and deepest passion;
As i will soon appease my exictment without any shame.
by Pierre Pourchelle, to the desired unknown.12/27/01
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