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Poetry By: Love Reaper

Tags: Love, Hurt, Pain, Joy, Peace

Pleasures of being intertwined with forbidden boundaries.

Submitted:Feb 6, 2010    Reads: 65    Comments: 2    Likes: 3   

Hello master,
Have we any thoughts today?
Will you poor out your love,
And fill me up?

Dear master,
How I quiver with each stroke you take,
Lay your arms down,
As I am motionless,
Constellation of desire.

Oh master,
Do take care of me,
For my body wrinkles when stressed,
Rips when broken.


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