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A simple poem written by niterose, sometimes simple is not what it seems to be.
Simple Hearts
A soft embrace in a dark corner
The warm flesh against the cold steel
A low moan whispered on to the wind
A sharp sting of the leather across space
The hot embers reflected in her eyes
The cold ice melting in His stare
Simple Hearts crave simple pleasures
True hearts crave the heat of each other. |
