Thou juicy lips
Thou thrustful figure
Thy careative soul
Weary for power
Desiring thy wondrous life
Thou gorgeous eyes
Crying for admiration
Wanting recognition
Possessing thy every thought
Thy withering rain of love
Why do thee feel me?
With such passion that can
Only be held by the devil himself while
The sins of our past
Following our every desire
Caring for the best of thy righteous
Bodies just a mechanism of use
Not as profound as thy spirits life
Love thee I shall
Till eternity stops existing
As for your love shall be cherished through
The writings of thy weary soul
Love me I implore!
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