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Learning from the Past I can’t resist you.
You crawl up my legs
and settle between my thighs.
I can’t deny how good it feels,
but you never stop.
It’s too much pleasure
for my weak body to take.
I know I’m more than this,
but if this is all you’ll give,
I’ll settle for it.
It makes me addicted
to something I could never touch,
a high I could never reach.
You’re nothing more than a lie,
an illusion, a perfect pretense.
This is not me.
It’s too much pleasure
for my weak body to take.
a lovely poem and realiy based..good written and insoiration is well exoressed..loved it very much and enjoyed too...since longyou havent insoired from any of my poems..hope you are inspired and write same... for my souls pleasure..miss your words J dear