- Erotic Poetry
- abigail's end
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The drops feel like quiet streams,
Pouring down upon my parched body.
How I yearn to feel the cool, quiet depths
Pool around my feet in slow steady motion.
I am captivated, speechless and enamored.
Your passion for the world touches my soul,
Turning acrylic into water color…
Swirling the lines into a blended harmony.
When you dance through my dreams,
There’s a feeling I cannot describe.
I want to shed my lonely skin,
And feel your passion wash over me.
I cannot ignore it, although I’ve tried.
We don’t talk, I can’t write…
It’s all so very hopeless.
Desperately, I want to burn.
I can always feel you yearn.
You would think maybe I’d learn.
In the end, I wish it would fade.
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