I know that you are far from running out of words
To describe and depict your love and lust for me;
You plan to poetise about every part of
My being, searching through my body for more love
Or 'tis lust that you hope to discover, all free
Now that you may have reached, up and beyond, two thirds.
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Love is the answer, I keep repeating with words
Which you surely know but rarely thought "meant for me"
Except that they are only for you, all parts of
Your existence; past, present and all future love
With lust at every turn and secret fold, too free
To entertain any level but all three thirds.
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Dedicated to Penelope Israel.
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Comments (1)
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