TRIGGER WARNING: Seems mature but not what was intended
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I call her pleasure.
Because her presence is overwhelming.
Brown eyes mist with intense passion,
Leaving me bewitched in this mystic transcendence.
You’re in control, she who is pleasure.
It does not matter if I️ lose my freedom.
For the euphoria of your charm arouses my being,
And subdues me in a sweet, pleasing trance.
Take my life, my love named pleasure.
Give me an experience beyond myself.
Captivate me with the evils of enjoyment,
And possess my weak mind with immortal satisfaction.
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Skeet. Haven't posted a poem in like 10 days. Sorry but I have a few I've been working on. So I'll be more active
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PoetryThis is mostly my poetry but some are not. My poetry is pure trash, but hope my random writing entertains you.
