Graveyard Coffeehouse

Tasting Your Soul

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There are no coincidences
History
Does not repeat
But
Often rhymes
I can see
That
When I look
Into your eyes
When your lips
Meet mine
Our love
Is like flowing
Words
Poetry
Cast out
To sea
To be born again
Another place
Time
This erotic symphony
Flesh on flesh
Moan
Scream
Has always
Ended badly
Wanting so
To hold you close
Keep you
Within my arms
Eternally
As you drift away
Like teardrops
In the ocean
Songs
Wafting ethereal
Within
A night
Of dancing shadows
Orgasmic dreams
Illusions that haunt
Never dying
Like a kiss
Upon full lips
Making love
In the darkness
Tasting
Your soul
Knowing
We will always
Return
But never
Be the same
Wanting to be
So close
To invoke the magic
As the candle light
Flickers
The room
Turns black
Awakening
Naked
Hungry
And
Alone
Your scent
The taste
Of your wicked pleasures
The very essence of you
Remaining
Inside
Of
Me.