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Jul 9
I wish to hold the tune inside of
your trees of lively charisma,
and dark-ness cutting
into the worse of us.
Bedding of just gentle
of cuddle-ness.
Is that bad or good?
There's no sin
of affectionately.

I can't be the dark arrow,
that you release on slowly,
upon hands of your pockets......
and my gentle fiery touching

I fade into the warmth,
and the curse of the bled
as your eyes ******....
and mine are marbles,
lost not to friendlies
but to her keeps.

I would have been happy,
just to have held you
for not lust but an eternity
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
Written by
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward  47/M/Australia
(47/M/Australia)   
40
   The Romantic
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