On The Island That Calls
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Ongoing5m
Last published Fri, Mar 15, 2024
In this specific poem, I wrote a part one and a part two. I use my own hybrid way of combining Greek mythology with my own emotions. I explore how I have felt in the past about past relationships with certain women, focusing on elevations of certain sexual desires and how they can be tempting. It's my form of dirty poetry
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