They pass away like a whisper and a sigh
Dark innuendo and twisted minds
Lead to orgasmic dance and tearful mime
Even these things fade away
Like rain in the night
Kisses in reverie
I see them still when I think
Of pleasure and pain
Black lingerie and the taste of moist skin
So hot and ready for excess
It etches a picture in my mind
That burns to ash until it flares again
Like involuntary laughter
Remembering
The futility of it all
And the overwhelming fragrance
Of roses in Spring.
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