Your Sex in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...
- Oct. 3, 2020, 6:32 a.m.
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I have never touched your body, yet I have committed to memory your every curve and bend.
I long for you in spite of good reason.
I want you. Always.
I crave your sex.
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