Awake me from death
Rise me up from the dreams that sweep me away
Give me desires that chase away the night
Before you go back to forgetting me
You can do whatever you want to me
Your mind dreams of milky skin, intimacy exposed - raw, aching wanting
I can hear you cry and it's not for her
How do you muffle the sounds of your secret sin?
A woman that wants you, that's not your wife
What an ultimate aphrodisiac
Never thinking
Of how I cry for a man that won't leave his wife
I'll be your secret muse
As your life continues away from your dreams
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The Last Mermaid
PoetryEver had a dream you confused with life? Ever feel yourself slipping away into the waves? Ever feel that you've just gathered wings to fly away from this mess? Well... you have. You may be one of the last mermaids. Part anthology, part diary of grie...
