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 If I could die in your eyes, I would awake in your caressing arms. Your body you surrender to me, As your lips tell unworthy lies. For... [read more] |
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The monkey on my shoulders becomes insane As the serpent between my limbs feels pleasure in vain. Are you so blind that you can't se... [read more] |
 LET NOT ANYONE’S FOUR WALLS LIMIT YOUR VISION, NOR THE CARES THAT COME EACH DAY SUBDUE YOUR DREAMS. DISTANT SIGHTS SHOULD SPUR GROWTH,... [read more] |
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A man may dream a dream, &upon waking find that he was but in a dream & nothing of the dream remains that can be found as real.... [read more] |
 grooving on a hip bone like a wish bone traveling between geography and biology like you are here and now is the time for this kiss this... [read more] |
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walking through the adirondack wilderness stumbling upon the fragrance of balsam in the quiet hours of the next morning grasping the vi... [read more] |
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i'm wearing a curtain as a hat in the window of your discontent i walk around on the ice all of varying thickness it doesn't matter how... [read more] |
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i hope you can remember me chubby and between your legs you are the dream and the romance and i am not ready for all the experience that... [read more] |
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my lips tremble when i think of you so far away i miss your little folds and subtle curves the hair on your legs and your kiss i miss t... [read more] |
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i sent my love a maraca shaped like a banana leaving erotic implications for her to infer yellow and sweet like tenderness she is capabl... [read more] |
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i thought the little emptyness we both have floating within was the thing that would drive you to bring me pleasure but it turned out to to... [read more] |
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secret messages that anticipate your kiss you bend over and you are beautiful a train ride that meanders in the only direction it can as i... [read more] |
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i wish to send you poems in plain white envelopes that arrives at your desk during a day of spring doldrums a sweet little impression of... [read more] |
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i am wrapped around your little pinky of desire i keep looking at all the bark and smelling all the moss a fire whimpers on while i hea... [read more] |
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burning one of the last fires in my time in this apartment there are metaphors that dance like fire and those that entertain you with a f... [read more] |