Friday, September 21, 2012
Say that both forms of anxieties
Delusions of a poet simply?
Desire dominating body and mind,
Memory of your beautiful, hard breasts.
Speaking bluntly and without frills,
How much you want that? Immensely
And all this pleasure we now sit,
It involves thinking in daydreams.
So when my creatures, because who knows
Immense eagerness finally ends
Or rekindle the fury and since then,
Knowing Tues certainly a soul slave
Delivered without defenses, fear or crashes
At follies boundless passion!
at 2:07 PM