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Feb 2010
She sits
- untouched -
Amidst the pyres
Of unconsummated male desires.

Her perfect lips
- cold and unkissed -
Disappoint anticipated bliss.

No lethal weapon will suffice.
All ******* symbols turned to ice.

Yet, all around;
Sad men abound.
Each condemned to spend his days,
Unfulfilled ....beneath her gaze !
Copyright  ©  John Tucker  October 2008    All rights reserved
Written by
john tucker
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