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Poet Lover Oh Lord, give me a poet for a lover, whose words stroke me like velvet hands. Word-tender caresses more reaching than the caress of a mere mortal man. A poet’s light touch is so gentle, word-fingers probe deep every time, arousing me, haunting me, wetting me, seducing me, body and mind. Oh Lord, give me a poet for a lover! Lust and fire are there in his heart. A silver-tongued devil, whose sultry words make me ache to be on my knees in the dark. Word-foreplay making me want him, only mind-loved, I want to be free to feel, just one time, my poet inside where only mind-lust up to now has loved me. |
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