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Apr 2021
It doesn't take much,
I wish it would take more
To get me hooked on your presence
Craving you more and more
My beating heart is easy
My legs not so much
But you've captured my mind
Where many cannot touch
I have felt love before
The pitiful, serpent kind
But something pure lies in-between
Your tongue and doe eyes
I feel sick with a yearn
To hold you, to feel
That vexing sweet smile
Absorb in the depths of teal
I've never felt such hate
For a man I so desire
But your words, oceanic
Soothe my volcanic fires
One moment I smoke fear
The other I am subdued
Waiting for your response
I shine a crimson hue
It is pain and tiresome
But what can I do?
I'm addicted and sick
To you and only you.
It's a game I never wished to play, but I have taken my seat at the table.
I guess it's time to roll the dice.
Orchid
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Orchid  20/F/England
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