In My Life There Lacks A Romantic Passion.

Erotic Poetry
2003-09-22

Cleanse my soul with your depths, breath me into your love and beg me to keep your womb. I will hold you close and with tenderness give you a feeling you would not hide whether you’re conscious were awake or sleeping within the warmth of my arms.A slight buzzing gnaws at your unconscious mind making you twitch and turn to find that morning has come and with the dream that calls to you every time you sleep haunting your memory, forcing you to look at that ripple far away, the one you could never reach for.I do not need a berating, telling me that it might hard to understand, but you would probably mention it anyway wouldn't you?

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