I fondly remember,
every libidinous mirror,
that fondled me
with sensuous abandon.
the reflections I approved
were not strictly
my exactitude;
most erogenous,
that gave me sleepless nights-
of salacious cravings.
I made mirrors proud
by getting represented in them,
the way I loved me, myself
that made them glad.
I give the mirrors
more pleasure,
than the images that I love-
send me in to raptures.
I abhor ****** liaison with mirrors,
though I love the way they pamper.
I've no love left for others,
when a mirror catches me unawares,
in such lasciviousness-
that I love in myself,
it would send shivers through the mirrors,
yes, I am not unaware,
but that secret is theirs.
Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 10:16 PM UTC
I fondly remember,
every libidinous mirror,
that fondled me
with sensuous abandon.
the reflections I approved
were not strictly
my exactitude;
most erogenous,
that gave me sleepless nights-
of salacious cravings.
I made mirrors proud
by getting represented in them,
the way I loved me, myself
that made them glad.
I give the mirrors
more pleasure,
than the images that I love-
send me in to raptures.
I abhor ****** liaison with mirrors,
though I love the way they pamper.
I've no love left for others,
when a mirror catches me unawares,
in such lasciviousness-
that I love in myself,
it would send shivers through the mirrors,
yes, I am not unaware,
but that secret is theirs.
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