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I've written quite a few poems about the loss of love. Or at least the emotion of the loss. This is a continuation, in general, if you will.

Where from here?

Perhaps you're just searching for your muse...

and it feels so good to be used.

Strip me down to my barest essence, so that I may bow to you,

shamelessly.

As you offer me the gift of your blessing. 

Our union has led to the most beautiful revolution, baby,

and far from the end of my book, you are the sweetest revelation,

in its truest form, lady.

So, liberate yourself from the cold, conservative chains and

let me ratify your independence!

As you prepare verses to rest on your lips so that we may recite them

together with our kiss.

Author's Note

Yeah....it's a work in progress.

Reviews

[J. Hampton]

Well....You already know I love this scribe.
Good choice as "Landons'" intro piece.


Ironic....from a dudes pen

only you :::: a one-of-a-kind" cat you are...
love this

blesssssssss

[Cece]

you have been
my muse in the past
keep up the good work