I find myself yearning,
Wishing that you were here...
Whispers of poetry
As gemstones to your ears...
I shan't compare thee to a summer's day;
Darkness in your eyes won't let the sun shine...
I was a species of anger
until you had come closer to me...
Baby confess to me your addiction for my skin
I know you want me, I urge you to drink me in...
For 15 years each time they made love
she’d take hot water and a washcloth...
This dark hidden corner torments me so
How could this intense fervor cause me woe...
It was a chance meet, professional, as it could...
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Light delicate...
In the depths of azure of my mystical dream
The warm summer winds that pull me downstream...
Standing next to a fallen star
Wishing for you to love me...
How does one ignore
The urge to take her hand...