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Jan 2020
My mistress of sleep,
Slowly, silently, and seductively
Slips off her vantablack velvet robe,
And squeezes herself into my head.

She beckons in my mistress of dreams,
And seduces my mind into a sleepy *******...
Of sleep.

What else could it have been...
Jeez~! you people have ***** minds...
Lol. Fun little fact: some of my love poems that aren’t directed at a target (like Only One) I have actually shared with the one I fell for before I’ve shared them to anyone else. She don’t know that tho.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
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