Your Sex in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...

  • Oct. 3, 2020, 12:32 a.m.
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I have never touched your body, yet I have committed to memory your every curve and bend.

I long for you in spite of good reason.

I want you. Always.

I crave your sex.

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