My every bone falters upon your touch, my love. You wish to pleasure me, for me to fall to tour charms. I want to, my dear, and yet my heart is set on denying me the power to love you.
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PoetryA collection of writings, incoherent and full of paradoxes. Welcome to the depths of my labyrinthine mind.
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My every bone falters upon your touch, my love. You wish to pleasure me, for me to fall to tour charms. I want to, my dear, and yet my heart is set on denying me the power to love you.
