Passion
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A woman’s heart is to me, the cherished stone. I walk from where I sat, to her face, and bury only myself in her tears. They come out from dark eyes as sweet to taste, for she is happy! Happiness! So alien was the word, whenever I’d writhe in a torment back in my home.
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Find me where wine surrounds,An airport and its buzzing engines.Find me, for me to nestle myself in your heart,Find faces to feel their praise.I will love until eternity is torn apart,We will love until paradise is what surrounds,With violet scents,And beauty’s dose of awe. Safety is where I will find your touch,Your lips is where
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Let fall what water will drop to taste,The shadow from a woman’s edgesTo blue eyes within a puddle of ivory.I feel from them, the ripples of despair,The love we behold, is a pain of memory,Love has been bridged,Over cherished hills of cherry tops.Above a breast and a nipple,And two lips that aim to kiss,The temple
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There is much to adore of a form so raw with flesh. She shows bravery by walking to a place where she may admire her form. As I peer through this window to see her, I may watch the breasts move upwards, as she steers such a form. I may see her cheeks with redness
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For what I behold,A Face of Inspiration,Gained from who I love,And all I love,Being she,And her heart, made of gold. Behold, before thee,Beautiful woman,Who belongs to me.There is much weeping upon my face,My eyes once showed tragedy,And now they behold the highest joy. Deny nothing,We’ve become the everything.Your face is there for my quill,And the
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The most beautiful of orchids,Has soon met her fate,By a dying rose,Upon her somber face. Her sorrow reaches to the Earth’s end,Away from my trembling hands.Disease and pestilence, are my only reward,For my fleeing from safety. Her number grew gradually,Among the rotten many.The many poor to which she brought herself,Low, for a kiss,Flooded London’s districts,
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Those kisses,To which I offer for two nipples,And a bottom,To which I offer my grip.Your face asks for a stare,My own; I’ve become aware. Your eyes show stars;I am in their marveling glance,Deep kisses I share to a face,Upon two cheeks, these kisses are laid,Upon two lips, these kisses are laid,They are laid down, so
Modern Romanticism 