In the radiant palaces of quiet afternoons
They spoke words that fall оn the ear like a sob,
And kissed deeply, so that their souls were consumed!
The hours withered and fell like blossoms of gold.
Sometimes I dream that you are mine, all mine.
Long dinners with wine and conversation. Touching her constantly, and feeling her hands оn his skin.
I am оn fire with that soft sound you make, in uttering my name.
The worst is
that I don’t know
whether your affection
or takes it away.
I opened my heart up for you,
and the world came confusedly in.
May you fall
in love with
gets tired of
-When is a monster not a monster?
-Oh, when you love it.
Let me hug you tight, and I’ll make you feel how important you are.
the tense and slender
warmth of your body
almost by heart.
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