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D, who is she? Poetess of mystery?
Not to me.
Oh, thrashing ego held in drenched embrace
a lonely lady with a gorgeous face.
Oh, willing submissive to desire
entrancing power of poetic fire!
Her cosmic cry quelled by a crimson grin
when love's pulsating cadence comes from within.
Loneliness haunts her only but why?
Rivers of tears leave eyes too dry.
Like-minded must pull her in and then...
deep inner passions ink her pen.
Craving caresses from one so close to be
all along her truest love is poetry.
Copyright © Greg Gaul | Year Posted 2019
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