by Laura Via
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Rise & Smile
The Dying Moon
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... And with a puff of her cigarette,
She was gone ...
He stands there, in complete awe,
As he watches her walk away. His
Mind, contemplating all that was
Revealed this day, not wanting to
Accept what he'd been told.
The cigarette shakes as she takes
Another long drag, inhaling deeply
The stale tobacco leaving an odd
Taste behind ... With one final
Glance over the shoulder, she
Disappears into the shadows,
For what seems like forever.
His eyes narrow, watching as
Her hips sway into the distance.
If only she'd come back this way,
He can only hope and wonder!
Lingering on his mind, thoughts
Of blood lust and lustful rendesvouz'
Her lips, he can still feel them upon
His tingling neck. And her scent,
How sweet it is and her taste even
She lingers upon the winds, whispering
Softly, whispering sweetly to his soul.
(C) 2003 A Riddle