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Jul 2014
Sickening silver shades,
Burst brightly through my shades.
Illuminating him platinum, glistening.
When I cried it was him who was listening.

Now it's he who graces my bed,
Sleeping the sleep of the dead,
I'm stroking brown curls from his head,
My mind fixating on the words he said.

He's not my opposition, sweet was his proposition.
Never have I loved, ****** yes.
Never to be betrothed, ******* away stress.

I'm held tightly, the sun shines brightly.
Warm body against me, hard but welcoming.
Swarm of kisses against my neck, more love coming.

So sick, love deprived, became depraved.
Skin slick, sleep deprived, but I'm saved.
His eyes, absent of lies, he wears suits and ties.
He is a man, no boy.
He is a man, no toy.

Do I tame his fire, drinking down all his desire.
This time love isn't a liar, all he does is take me higher.

His face stirred instant recognition,
Was it precognition, he mutated my cognition.
I'm following a theme tonight :)
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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