- Non-Erotic Poetry
- SAMbrat
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She was known for her cold heart but he knew she would fall apart.
His hands on her hair,lust on his lips, she held the branch afraid to slip.
It wasn't love but something deeper.
She found a guide, a man, a teacher.
He reached in deep to caverns old and in his hand she saw her soul.
It wasn't that she gave it to him, she was happy just to see it brewing.
What she thought was all but lost, he showed to her with little cost.
It's yours he said nodding his head and she finally realized, she wasn't dead.
Inside her was a fire burning deep.
He said, " it isn't mine to keep".
So, to him she bids farewell, not to the story, but to the hell. With every tree there is a root, she found hers relived at his boot.
This is not about his wants and needs, it's about hers which she finally sees!
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