flint and steel ignite
her every moan a new flame
rising from friction
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woman in my words
can't see her inner beauty
and so i show her
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like adam and eve
we have our own paradise
in each other's arms
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punished by absence
we bind ourselves with desires
all restraints we need
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i write poetry
wishing you and i were real
and someone gave a damn
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constant companions
all the body's aches and pains
tired old memories
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no medic to tend
old wounds of body and heart
on life's battlefield
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at first shy to share
so pleased when he 'caught' her
then held and helped her
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tactile describes me
touch me kiss me hold me dear
guide my hands to you
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time's end nearing
poet picks his final words
pouch nearly empty
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in stressful moments
just remember you are loved
and do what you must
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the poet's fingers
make memories become real
as she summons him