SYLVIA

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Your beauty haunts me and welcomes me like an angelic apparition

Elegant lips...I gently trace with thirsty lips

Adoring eyes follow every sensuous curve slowly
She has a certain way of making her presence known to me

I cling to a smile and endure all the carnal pleasures you had bestowed upon me

A smile which is led by a hand, clutching a single wilted rose
Your words have stung this old heart on many occasion

Only a fool would try to counter this pain with tender persuasion

A day with you is akin to a mid-summer sun
Its rays greet you with an overbearing warmth

But a night of distance between us beckons the coldness of a winter night

No blanket can warm a frozen heart
The sweetest of words, have failed to bring forth that spark...

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