soft her garden's grass
silver matron in moonlight
dark flower blooming
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the pressure mounting
as if bound and blindfolded
anticipation
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familiar this path
leading to nature's pleasure
enters her eden
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bare pages open
fingertips write poetry
on her quivering skin
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raiment strewn about
nude without inhibitions
wearing but a blush
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let's kiss and share sighs
dance to stellar symphonies
write poems of love
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nothing keeps me warm
dreams of burning embraces
offer no real heat
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talking to myself
poems are only echoes
of empty desires
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one more wasted day
all i do is write of dreams
which never come true
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i think i see you
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half awake she dreams
lovers in their pleasure twined
bare bodies touching
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oh how much i need
the embrace of your warm arms
kiss of smiling lips