Written January 2000
In his cold lips I engorged
To beseech with my own
And yet cold as he is
And hard like a stone
He will be, forever
And I forever longing
Always yearning to take him
And be taken by no other
But him..
For I can't think of anyone else
To win me over
And I know I won't give up
For I am as stubborn as my heart
Though my mind permit none of that.
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PARTS OF MYSELF
PoetryPoems written long ago, When internet was still boring, When the TV was broken, When I was still a virgin-- on the ways of the world mentally; physically; And words were my only friends.
