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Dew soaked blades
Succumbed
To the morning rain
Surrendering
To reveal our bodies
As one
Skin glistening
A simmering cocktail
Of raindrops and sweat
Bathing in the petrichor
We reached the summit
Closing my eyes in glory
Bottling the scent deep within
Opening them to find you
Gone
<Deleted User> (9882)
Sat 19th Jul 2014 20:47
re your last commentario-I shan't be able to get my swollen rag headed cranium out'ut door now-ha!
Thanks M'lady.x
Succumbed, surrendering, reaching summits....
Superb!
This was a moment you captured in a powerful emotional poetic voice - - -I will park my wit firmly behind
<Deleted User> (9882)
Fri 18th Jul 2014 10:21
mmmmm.....really sensuous Helen.x
Two minutes left on the car parking meter I suspect.
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Tommy Carroll
Mon 21st Jul 2014 21:54
...the scent of the rain- here again, a scent to mix with the antique aroma of flesh