she
She longs for a gentle walk with a rough scallion
scallywag rough neck thug
Not I
her
Purring in the smooth direction of sex with no compromise
she pleaded for respect
Not him
he
To be free to be looked at with adoration and desire
sets forest a flame with his touch
Not her
woman
I love man with caricature beyond oblivion his sight i am bound to
i love only you
man
I will nourish your soul and free your vibe to create planets and stars
with your kiss
they
Next to be wandering in the ethers .. waiting
waiting
waiting
till then.
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