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Passing poet
Remember me when your pausing heart breaks,
As rose petals in snows blossom fade your orb-like eyes shall wake.
We lazily walked your long way home,
I never really intended to reach my door,
But more so ravish you on the leaf covered floor,
Give you pleasure beyond that you've ever known
As I rest my palm on top of your thigh,
Your fingers reach and release my joy, my pride.
The hardest part is I wanted it so bad,
But we are simply wanting what we know we can't have.
The short time I've been granted to witness your charm,
Has been enough to open my eyes and my worries disarm.
I have feelings for you but you may not know it,
As it stands and shall sit, you are my passing poet.
