- Erotic Poetry
- Dallas Wine
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Quarante-huit…
Cannot wait…
Quarante-huit…
Cannot wait…
Vice, unbreakable
Taste the wine
Man of Satyr’s girth
Proud Lord of his conquests
Play the horn.
I quake with energy
Unspent
My year has come.
Void of space, time
Irrelevant
Love be a transient.
Power Struggle
Whimsical Submission
Yes
Desire is King.
Patience, be my friend
Providence, my guide
A chaste pagoda? My prize.
Hurry
Please Hurry
Pour the rosé
Down my face
In my hair
On my breasts
Sweet, sweet abandon
I’ll cherish every moment.
So hurry
Hurry
Please Hurry
The hunger is here. The thirst is now.
Quarante-huit…
Cannot wait…
Quarante-huit…
Cannot wait…
I cannot wait for you forever.
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