Come, grant me yourself and
forget.
Let it be a one time affair.
How long will your lips be
cold?
They must be crushed for its
warmth.
Enough that your breasts are
sleeping.
They must wake up and warm
up.
Your base must turn a volcano
And the body be wet with
sweats.
Eyes closed, let the body
boil.
Who can rekindle your spirit
Other than a paramour like
me?
Come, grant me yourself and
forget.
You will get what you are
missing
And I’ll keep it as a secret.
10.11.2007
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