Amour's Lament
Can you not see my love is flush with desire?
I'm standing at your door calling to your yawn
Dismiss me not my Psychic love
Tilt your tips of bliss for me
I will fill you, ever fill you with the stuff of love.
Our naked legs laced together like licorice
My strawberry tipped love pressed against your warmth
The heart of my shaft has pierced your desire
Your lungs, they pant for me
Why then do you turn me away with words of scorn?
Amour is burned and scorched with the immortal torch
Love's oil of toil has sank into eternal flesh
I wanted more, ever want more -- and yet in darkness I must flee!
\ ~@M@~ /
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