A Lust Ode

I pine for you, my far-removed love,
As the shore for the wave between tides.
In your absence, your form I often think of
And your figure I see in my mind:
I long for the strength of your arms around mine,
I thirst for the taste of your lips,
The path of my hand on the curve of your spine,
The blades of your shoulders and hips.
I dream of your hair’s mahogany shine,
Your eyes—so bright and so quick—
But mostly, O sweet, perfect lover of mine,
Mostly I long for your dick.


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11:29:00 AM