The Poet
let free a poets heart and lay claim to the prize within. find joy in words crafted
with thoughts of you in mind.such passion as to stir your womanly desire to
needs unmet and yet satisfied in ways to be discovered. to touch you with no
hand but purest want of mind and such base hunger. to know you in ways as yet
only dreamed of. are these not things which your heart longs for?is there not
freedom in my words to find love? am i not your poet?
Copyright © Anthony Kenneally | Year Posted 2006
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