My hearts thuds against my chest,
At the sight of uncovered flesh
It brings about a ravishing hunger
And then my mind is left to wonder
Man or woman, woman or man?
My apetite for both has left me damned.
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Whisper Willow
Poésie"She sat below the willow tree and would whisper all her secrets." A collection of poems all intertwined with the theme of whispered secrets.
