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Is this what passion feels like -Lingering in the nook,Created between damp lips met in soft quiverings?Idling saucily in the bowl that,Balances in my..
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I lost my thought somewhere,Over there,Behind my leftover thinkings on time.To the right of whenever,I last forgot to remember,What is was with I want..
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We're all human here, right?Why, then, is my side, most human,Something bidden I hide?--Mockings chant their mocking things,Swinging from the hinges o..
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Sometimes, I cradle Sir Moon in my arms,And half-whisper him to sleep.I haven't seen that man in his own,For too long.So, when he's blue,We nap togeth..
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A kiss so strangeOn eager lips,Fitting oddly,And, somewhat, damply.So, I kiss back,The way I like.You pick up so very quickly.
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You feed me jewels of golden grapes,With your lips' sweet verbal confections.You warm my heart with your godlike smile,A source of our connection.Peer..
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My dreams are dreams of black and white.I dream of the late Cool Hand Luke,And Big Daddy in the rain.I dream of Hepburn, where it's hot,Of Skelton upo..
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Peer into these darkened things,Beyond the act,Beyond the scene.See my horror - my grisly thing?Gruesome it is.And frightful it seems.Swirling behind ..
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They are the eeriness that cloud your vision,Watching with morbid pleasureAs you stretch your arms upward from your pit.Your personally assigned dunge..
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I have seen your underbelly, so pink,And have pressed my heart against it.I have heard the chantings of your soul,And beneath those lashes, your secre..
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