You are the exotic,
The still-unknown,
The untamed.
Rogue.
Almost... Savage.
Yet, if you were to tear me apart
it would be only to gaze upon
my layers in wonder.
If you were to ask me,
I would peel back the layers myself;
Stand bare before you,
presenting myself to your wild eyes
And I would let your hunger
linger on parts of me
the world has never seen.
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A Collection of Poetry Vol. I
الشعرA collection of previous poetry written by me, left the way it was when I discovered it. There are no specific genres or forms to these.
