- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Is She
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I lay alone in the night and the moon looked,
A sodden tear of crimson, slowly crept,
I screamed at the night so silently,
Is she, I screamed, Is she.
You took my life like a tyrant, invading my inner lands,
I wanted you to conquer me, and take me for your own,
your golden lips spread their riches, across my common soul,
Casting my phallic weakness into your gallant sword of your own,
Is she, is she, I screamed silently into the night
Is she, is she, my love, do we need to fight.
We intertwined like ivy wrapped around a tree,
You took my sullen sorrows, and help me set me free,
Nothing I could do for you, could make you feel so great,
Your towering strength was like an inferno,
You burnt my loving down,
Is she, is she, my tangled bones are a mess,
Is she, is she, I screamed your name into the night,
Is she, is she, my sweet love, why do we have to fight.
I lay alone and the moon looked,
a crimson tear, slowly crept,
I think of you and hold my phallic swell,
Is she, is she, my love has crept away,
Is she, is she, you've only left me this memory,
Is she, is she, You've left me only your shell.
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