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Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Possession

When temptation hangs heavy
Like a thick blanket of fog
The air is almost scented
A canopy of pheromones
I can taste your air
Feel my Soul transfixed
It is opened and receiving
Acquire me.
I am no longer in possession of my self
Am I in possession of you in return?