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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447269" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>His Counterfeit Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447269" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His beasts grow hungry<br>Breaking free, the cages of his soul<br>Wind spirits breathe the secrets of fire<br>As naked flesh rises in the stir<br>She’s calling, calling…soft as snowflakes<br>Coaxing desires from stone cold ash<br>Voices…thick in whispers, claw at his door<br>Wisdom succumbs to the licking of flames<br>Passion…transformed by persuasion, <br>Laps soft the candied lips of seduction’s embrace<br>Embers rage to the rhythm of night songs<br>Hot…in the blood red fire of kisses<br>He is rigid and wanton of the flame<br>She purrs at him…sweet as a kitten<br>Then, bearing teeth…sharp as knives<br>Cuts gashes…deep into the clay<br>Piercing midnight in screams of rebirth<br>Her stilettos carve the ivory path…<br>Bearing blood to the cold heart of their master<br>Black lipstick paints soot on his dreams<br>Drowning him in black shadows<br>Suffocating his pleas for release<br>He is wicked, but no match<br>He is wanton, but weak<br>His beasts, slaughtered at the hands of denial<br>And then he wakes, cold…unfulfilled<br>Still holding tight…his counterfeit life.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Leria+Hawkins">Leria Hawkins</a></strong></div>