Non-Erotic PoetryThe Writer, Albeit Erotic WriterThe Writer, Albeit Erotic Writer
Lonely but not alone,
Sitting at home,
Writing my stories,
I'm in my glory.
Once I breathe life into my characters.
Those that I love to hate,
My room is filled.
No more empty spaces,
With real places,
My mind's alive with erotic stories.
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