| KEEN DECLINED SCENES Repeating the scenes in my mind Like a crushed turntable Ordering me to savor the thin and yet unsettled passion Remained within my physical atmosphere You've let me feel your presence Your eyes as though declined Your presence so strong Cycling into my turf Confusing the lights of my facade Why have you turned down the fancy beads That I've hanged on your chest, Asking me to repeat the endless scene Do you see the same scene as I had? Have you felt the same warm, tantalizing touch, The intense magic determining the streams which flowed between us You have drained the power I have built The cup of my fantasy... The quest for that realm... Now it is real As you connected and ignite the warm temperature you have once declined I asked what is this So it's all evoking, calling forth message that's unexpressed Bringing out latent feelings For you to put on my senses How can I decline... By: Maya Guzman Santos |
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