Non-Erotic PoetrySometime LoveHeld in the soft light of candles
in the warmth of a sometime love
far from the Velcro vandals
and the rule of the iron glove.
In the warmth of a sometime love
a seed of desire is sown
and the rule of the iron glove
is something we've never known.
A seed of desire is sown
taking root in the depth of despair.
it's something we've never known
an agony we could share.
Taking root in the depth of despair
far from the Velcro vandals,
an agony we should share
held in the soft light of candles.
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