Teach me how to exist
How to touch your lips
When fingers are frozen
Cold and stiff
Make me your muse
Use me when pleased
My frigid heart
May wake for your feast
I want you to sweep me
To your carnal desire
Take me and teach me
Sway me up higher
I crave for your lust
That one piercing thrust
Take me, my love
Teach me, if you must
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Confessions of a Melancholic Dreamer #Wattys2015
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose, gathered through years of creative black-outs and self-preservation. 'Feel the rhythm of a thumping heart through the lines of a daydreamer.' Copyright ©GRETA GREE 2015 Currently ranking 214 in Poetry category (6/29...
