bring joy to sorrow
forgive all the lonely ones...
for you've been one too
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might i love too much
giving more than she might give...
i don't believe so
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hand in hand she guides
leads me to her sacred lands...
reveals rituals
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Oddly different sensation,
You opening my petals,
Fingers wandering through my fields.
Yet, so pleasant to know
Something about me pleases you.
The way your gaze,
And then your fingers,
And, eventually, I hope,
Your lips,
Explore my fields,
And blossoms,
Excites me,
Raises my
Expectations,
Reignites old fires,
Which have long become,
Mere embers hidden
In a field of
Dying flowers,
Which now seek
To bloom
Once more.
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art may sometimes show
what the lover's mind perceives...
esoteric truths
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between two hillocks
poet rests his weary head...
hand on her warm plain
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i live without gods
mine departed years ago...
banished for their lies
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revealing secrets
watching her dark rose unfold...
sparkling with honey
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with all her freedoms
chooses to stay at my side...
free to be herself
ALTERNATE
among all freedoms
she'd gladly stand at my side...
free to be herself
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that which passed between
lancelot and guinevere...
noble sins indeed
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at work she's the boss
at home they are both equals...
sometimes she lets go
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fragrant fantasy
mouth tasting once more her breaths...
kiss we've never had
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in my mind and heart
you are unable to sin...
all you do is love
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a sunshine woman
loved by a creature of storm...
never to be one
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as if in a dream
caught by love's strong gravity...
orbit about you
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searched within my words
found hidden a beating heart...
we touched each other
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