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Jun 2016
Your beauty astounds me
and keeps me up at night
walking the halls of the castle
as I whisper your name to myself

I long to hold your tender heart
within my skillful hand
to kiss you youthful lips
and surrender to your touch

I, a man of little needs
find myself lost to you
and desperate to call you mine
these nights are torture my lady
Sir Jeffrey Langston III
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Sir Jeffrey Langston III  Camelot
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