loves to be worshipped
prostrate upon her altar
bound by her desires
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lips two fleeting things
as if i were her flower...
butterfly kisses
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lovers in time's hall
take time to embrace and kiss...
touching as they pass
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something about you
the honest inner woman
makes me write for you
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at victory's edge
elusive goal close at hand
she lunges and thrusts
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sometimes she wonders
how would it make her feel
to love a poet
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since first i met you
you captivated my mind
poetry happened
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she is person first
and then a woman second
all else in its time
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have you read my book
written on body and soul
and the lost pages
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likes my poetry
never a sign she likes me
how its always been
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the way i see you
and while you may not feel it
you'll smile that i do
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i know i'm no catch
not that anyone's tried
or has ever cared
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i was born broken
never put together right
and missing pieces
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never was i loved
never wanted or desired
alone in any group