Peek-a-Boo

Apparition of LoveI have yet to be adorned by your presence; still I see you. I could cast your portrait to canvas by miss-found memories. With every brush I would kiss your absent face. Something more than sexual draws me to you, to need you. I want to weaken this hardened image and lie down beside you, take hold of the warmth of your flesh and, for the moment, get lost in your protection. Until then this creature will bear a haunted heart.Apparition of Love
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Deirim dán 's deirim dán
Uair tráth bhíos mo bholg lán
Uair nach mbíonn mo bholg lán
Don diabhal dán ná amhrán
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