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Painting the Town (Free verse) by dragonfly
His palms contoured my body As the sweet smell of dawn lingered in the air. Never had I wanted to be consumed as I did then. And like a fly with a death wish, I flew straight into his web. And I did not resist. Now every scent that travels in the breeze incites these memories Of the day he and I painted the town. I want so badly to relive them but we came to this agreement And I did not protest.

Up the ladder: Blur
Down the ladder: A Tender Kiss

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Arithmetic Mean: 8.333333
Weighted score: 5.8964715
Overall Rank: 1478
Posted: December 7, 2003 10:54 PM PST; Last modified: December 7, 2003 10:54 PM PST
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[10] Shardik @ 24.126.116.54 | 8-Dec-03/2:11 AM | Reply
REal good stuff here.
[10] The_Third_Isis @ 68.5.128.151 | 9-Dec-03/8:55 PM | Reply
Some actions and words can leave you *spechless* Scent
isnt it so true like gingerbread,morning coffe-
dawn lingering in the air of course can be very INVIGORATING in an open market say medellin.
and compared to a stroll in buenos aires at the same hour..thank's for the visual of the web & the fly.
and to relive a few moments of my own.Keep leaving
me bread crumb's straight to you'r poems. CHEERS to your holidays.
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