Not because I have to,
Its a choice to choose someone,
To accept, and to be taken; loved
My one desire is you.
To hold the taste,
In my hands,
Taking firm, hard,
And length, to be wanted
Is everything and rare,
Warm of desire,
Passion of my passion.
To hear you sigh,
Worship on bended knee,
The nectar at the ready,
Your pleasure, my purpose
A vision with my own eyes,
I have seen it,
It was written,
In the stars.
Lovely. So much between the lines……
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So much still waiting to be written.
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Stars are shining for the poet, to bloom the words of love
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Whispers and kisses in the light of light
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The stars do know. What secrets are known by the night moon. A amazing poem dear friend.
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