Utterly Ridiculous
Was I born a Soul forlorn;
And do we find out who we truly are?
(Between two Lovers I am torn,
Both of which I love by far!)
Without decision, upon a breast
I lie in bliss while kindly kissed
I love them more to love me less-
Lost inside our little tryst
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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