- Erotic Poetry
- Sinful Measures
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Oh, the midnight hour is upon me now,
Yet I am still awake,
My thoughts and dreams burn without end,
Only for your sake.
Oh, what vicious curse you've wrought,
Upon my weary head,
To keep me waking through the night,
And dreaming of your bed.
Oh, if I soon can't take my rest,
Within the sleeping sands,
What sinful measures I will take,
Into my own hands.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 16 years agoThis poem is about masturbation...not rape. Heh. Never occured to me it could be taken as the later, but I suppose "into my own hands" could mean a lot of things, if you were crazier than I...which seems impossible. Heh. Anyway.
GB.
