- Erotic Poetry
- Your Breasts
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for an unknown beauty
Are your lips and nails red
with blood shed out of your valiant victims
when trying to reach the heaven
of your divine breasts?
Young knights raised their blades
and died with the obsession
to simply worship their perfect roundness
they thought to be the Holy Graal's.
Or are your long fingers prison bars
keeping the tender white doves
from flying away into the night?
I can see them struggling
to break free, and your blood coloured mouth
gives them a deadly smile.
Why won't you let them go?
Don't you take pity in their throb?
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