i don't call them sins
steps leading enlightenment
on love and pleasure
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how strong am i love
do you think that i don't weep
for my need of you
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cover yourself love
or expose everything you are
i'll love you the same
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it doesn't matter
how many lovers she's had
if she loves me now
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for my loving eyes
revealing what she's shown others
love's private display
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touching inner keys
she strums a solo lullaby
sings a wordless song
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bound to lovers' bed
only by their own desires
intimate restraints
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not so much alike
yet two loving souls the same
intimately friends
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beautiful you are
woman's wisdom in your eyes
secrets on your lips
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to me she is "she"
the woman of all women
goddess and altar
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aware of body
adoring the way that she moves
in love with her mind
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goads me and spurs me
urges me to greater things
mutual worship
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seeking a goddess
from my olympian heights
one mind standing out
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consecrate my words
when poet's mortality
achieves cessation
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no force was needed
she the sacrifice appeared
naked and ready
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willingly she posed
naked in his poetry
adored by his words
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brought her own restraints
and a bag of special toys
poet brought his pen
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she's cinnamon plains
taut buttercups soft bushes
brown thrusting hillocks
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lover's touch her need
she retires to please herself
poetry in hand
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had to look once more
view those eyes the curve of lips
to find my next words
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named for an angel
and an infinite woman
loved by a poet
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i know of others
ones before and after me
we all who love you
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i'll leave but not end
smile knowing you read my words
kept the ones you caused
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sits on the counter
not distracting me at all
robe falling open
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those delicious lips
promising the hottest feast
served au naturel
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we're compatible
never romantically
but poetically
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to meet her lover
veil of shadows trailing her
disappears within
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never was enough
all the love i lavished on
many thankless souls