Last watlz....
It was one of those lazy afternoons on the ledge. Utterly bored we decided to write a poem composing one line each at a time......
Here's what we came up with.....
Last Waltz
Waltzing to the pagan songs
her eyes streaming pearls
cascading the torrential crimson flows
haze of kohl and drooping curls
the smell of midnight, trickling sweet
Her back aches, her muscles crack
Orgasmic laughter, the pain so sweet
The endless moment intense
Mnemnosyne come to my aid
Oblivion's curse rattles the
Chain!
by-
Anahata and Astraeus
U.G-2 Comparative Literature
02/08/2007
4:45 pm
Here's what we came up with.....
Last Waltz
Waltzing to the pagan songs
her eyes streaming pearls
cascading the torrential crimson flows
haze of kohl and drooping curls
the smell of midnight, trickling sweet
Her back aches, her muscles crack
Orgasmic laughter, the pain so sweet
The endless moment intense
Mnemnosyne come to my aid
Oblivion's curse rattles the
Chain!
by-
Anahata and Astraeus
U.G-2 Comparative Literature
02/08/2007
4:45 pm
3 Comments:
brilliant aint it what a particularly sweltering hot afternoon can do...
add utter boredom aswell
So true...........
lol!
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