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Poetry [Apr. 30th, 2004|02:36 am]
The Price of Time

There is a price
For each ecstatic instant
Each quivering breath in which I can
Taste him at the back of my throat

There is a price
For each maddening moment
Each glorious brush of whispered lips
Against my trembling skin

There is a price
For each zealous second
Each impassioned press of fingers
Against desire dizzied flesh and fevered blood

A price of days of keen uncertainty
A price of hours of sharp-toothed longing
A price of bitter contested minutes
Filled to over flowing in the coffers of want

I gladly pay

From: (Anonymous)
2004-04-30 07:53 am (UTC)
Very nice, Dorian. Speaking of 'him,' I saw him the other day.
Would you like to have tea sometime soon?
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[User Picture]From: draconis_regis
2004-04-30 09:08 pm (UTC)
Certainly. He mentioned. When are you free?
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From: (Anonymous)
2004-05-01 08:00 pm (UTC)
I am free for the next two nights. Pop on over.
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