she's his valentine
though she thinks she's just his muse
not knowing she's both
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how can i tell you
what simple clicks mean to me
when they come from you
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sure i dream too much
that's how poetry happens
love becomes sadness
lips speak caresses
fingers touch like burning kisses
other adventures
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too late to love me
or even pretend you care
my time is over
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her nails ecstasy's spurs
pain's exquisite exertions
driven over the edge
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edging together
ever closer then a rest
infinite pleasure
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what will you trade me
for my loving poetry
and shameless desires
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stark are the words
honest the desire and need
when i write of you