A late night visitor
Enraptured, enamoured, with senses aglow...

A book without point
prose without poignancy...

Light
a teeming myriad of visual stimuli...

Dust motes fell
light catching their diaphanous folds...

The dawn broke gently, on a face so fair
Yet trouble was conceived, as you played wanton...

Listless hearts
Endless roads...

I love the thoughtful way you speak
I love your beautiful personality...

Feeling returned with an aching, endless...
She slowly looked down at her breasts...

I got the mousse for the tooth
and in order not to be too obtuse...

Pity my friends, oh come, pity me!
I threw my last throws, just there, on the lee...

Play you upon my curved horn
Dance your fingers through my hair...

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