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Click hereDo not move mi esencia. Your eyes are mine.
Do not move, beseech as in unspoken prayer
to my divine consent granted within this line.
No hable! Who would hear you? Your care
has fashioned me a scepter made of moon.
Do not move, beseech as in unspoken prayer
fallen revelado a mis ojos. Míreme, soon
I’ll bid you whisper, pídame esclavo, for night
has fashioned me a scepter made of moon.
I am your Artemis, you must be contrite,
my sin. I’ll capture secrets of your heart.
I’ll bid you whisper, pídame esclavo, for night
designs each step and I, its solitary hunter, part
if you but breathe one beat, suck the skin of plea,
my sin. I’ll capture secrets of your heart
in time mal muchacho. Pida for me.
Do not move mi esencia. Your eyes are mine
if you but breathe one beat, suck the skin of plea
to my divine consent granted within this line.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,000 poems.
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of a grand seductress in latin heat...the visuals are more than inspiring sweet lady..smilin..blue
One night, when it's quiet and I'm not distracted, I'd love to read the series in its entirety.
Wow. I can see all this unfolding before my eyes. Such a vision of sweet-slow-love ... yet ... it grabs one, pulls them in, did not move my eyes off the words till the very last word dripped into my heart~
Lovely, and Hot~!!
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I am your Artemis, you must be contrite,
my sin. I’ll capture secrets of your heart.
I’ll bid you whisper, pídame esclavo, for night
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Beautiful imagery~!!!