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Brief poem, work-in-progress, about love and insecurity. Please R&R! |
| Haste and taste, on lusty ride I let myself go and locked down inside And every pain I would then hide To fight it with my rocking hips To conquer it with burning lips As his manhood crossed my fingertips I raged against him in the night By instinctual animalistic right The pain so clear escaped my sight In the irredescent afterglow The truth I see, the truth I know Impossible to deny I love him so Our meetings are hardly ever bliss But nothing can be so true as this. |