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John B
Poems
Nov 2015
Pasture
It was so hard to put in words
Tho I spoke to you when idle ears were far from my lips
When words flowed like a river
Like a river yes and still but your beauty is my sun
In your presence only steam pours from me
Your heat burning the shell from my heart
You make me weak
My Venus
I wanted to plough your fertal pastures
Like a good stuard
For its own benefits before my own
You were sharp and curious
Listened intently to my ranting and stared into my eyes
I thought myself weak but you understood better than my pupils
Your apatites reached my ears as a warning but iticed me instead
Your history no surprise or mark against you
I wanted all of you for mine
To make perfect an only slightly tarnished vestal
To complete you in hopes you could complete me
But your eyes cut my soul like a knife without ever seeing it
Your voice crushed my bones to dust with a whisper
Pity
Gref
How low we were when heavens bowed before us
I would have given myself to you in no unbinding terms
But you could not offer the same and I could tell you wanted too
I value your honesty and wish you had lied
Should fate spit on us again in this way
We're I to find myself in your shoes
I suposse I'd recomend Polyamory
I wouldn't take you up on it for him
Then I'm not gay and you never did discriminate
Just saying the world could be my harum
Time and space at my Mercy
A machine in the next room to customize entitys for company
You would be my bottom ***** for life
Given that's as bigoted as an analogy gets
It's coming from a good place
"You could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt."
#venus
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John B
28/M/Within The Omniverse
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