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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Image by Lars_Nissen from Pixabay 


With what is your heart sorrowful?
Your soul is tragically tortured, I know.

Come to me.
I offer to you love and protection.

Never mind the moral consequence.
Desperately cling to my erotic soul.

Be dutiful as a creature bewildered.
I will love you for you are not of this world.

My mind has searched your mind.
I welcome you to search my heart and soul.

We will lead each other through intoxicating carnal thoughts.
Beauty that thou behold is found deep inside yourself.

Dive deep into yourself and find that tragic beauty.
See how desperately you reflect your rage.

Don’t be tossed and torn.
Take charge of your passion.

I find a tantalizing energy living deep within you.
We will share our mirrored imaginings betwixt us.

Come take my hand in yours and love me for I am not of this world.
I invite you now to come sail away with me while we are both still insane.


Submitted: March 09, 2021

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Harry Little

Sanity is intrinsic in every soul.
The beauty lies when you explore.

You'll love the outcome you'll see.
For insane, at times, is sane.
(Harry Little)

Good one!

Wed, March 10th, 2021 11:44am


Thank you Harry!!

Wed, March 10th, 2021 6:48am

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