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And They Call You Apollo...
The night beats
It's heart in
Pulsations of rhythm...
Over breathess overtones
Of pent up desire...
Thumping heavily
'Cross heaving breasts...
And longing tongues
Of sheer antiscipation...
The taste of you-relentless
In it's longing...
You-'A Gift Of The Muses'
Their most splendid creation
...And they call you: 'Apollo'...
Dedicated to the Mythical God Of:
Medicine, Poetry and Beauty-
Originally written: September 7,2009
Repost Date: November 27,2011
By: Theodora Onken
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