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There are countless ways to say I love you.
In languages, tongues I don't speak.
I can say I love you with loud proclamation,
or whispers in your e..
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**EROTICA**
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You have a grip.
My eye.
My sweet girl, you have my eye.
My nose.
Precious one, your scent is of
hyacinth and spice.
My ear.
My darling, I melt..
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On cliff's edge of fear
her toes attempted talon
Lest hurtle to her fall.
She runs to this edge
time and again.
Starting from afar, sprinting, ga..
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I wrote this for a dear friend of mine. Her name is Hope. She's a peach.
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A bit of an attempt at Historical Erotica, with a huge dash of alliteration.
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She stepped onto the train, and paused on the top step, for a glimpse back at me.
She waved through the window as I waved back, just like so many fil..
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The loose leaf notebook beside her bed
contained the dreams she carefully crafted,
meticulously melded
and ceaselessly sought.
Her heart, spil..
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Do you know how gorgeous you look right now?
In this light, this moment?
How beautifully you fill that dress?
My favorite one of yours.
Blue, with..
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The vastness of her soul is absolutely immeasurable.
Her sensuality is evident in every move, every gesture, every smile.
Her essence is a wondrou..
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