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Mysteriousness
by Darcie
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the mysteriousness
is all around
deafening beat of a drum
angst of a guitar
sleep piercing touches of violin strings
ever softening enchantment of a piano
tantalizing eyes
desperate cries
the voice of an masculine angel
echoing throughout
the developed darkness
the continueing rebirth of night
never ending
like of awakening thunder
the call of the angel
is magnified off the mountains
like of cool blue still waters
the angel has closed his eyes
like of shaded green coniferous forest
his accomplis has closed his eyes
calmly standing under a waterfall
complete ecstacy has overtaken
as the purity of the compound
envelops your soul in a fantasy
that drowns you in a must
for lust in the moonlight
alll sight of your life is lost
with the chill of the night
ground blanketed in frost
from the love of a bedtime story
reality slips away
as of a serpent of the garden
the tree of knowledge of good and evil
stands unhelplessly alone
the voice flows flows through the tree
into the atmosphere by transpiration
circling around your body
whispering sexily
pulling you in
as the grandfather clock in the hallway
chimes twelve
the morning is upon the world
while the devils of the earth
continue to reign
awakening in a hot sweat
unaware of your arousal
tapping of a willow branch at your window
the dirty rhythm of a bass guitar
increasing in volume in your head
the yellow moonlight
creates the shadows of two men
as the voice filters through the cracks
in the old wooden floor
as the driving music filters through the crack
in the slightly parted door
your mind terrified by the illusion
your heart in time with the rhythm
by the intense passion
standing silently at the foot of your bed
your face red as the sweat leaves trails
on your pale face
lying still
racing hormones
emotions from a rollar coaster
building deep within
the desire for the thrill
at the sight of the first rays of sunlight
the fantasy has disappeared
still lying motionless
posing as a wannabe sexoholic
the day has yet to be completed
the day began
at the strike of twelve
with the mysteriousness
the soul capturing voice
the thriving music
they are
the mysteriousness
your reason for living
your reason for believing
they are
the mysteriousness
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