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Written by Smoking_GNU
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Monday, 10 October 2005 |
UNKNOWN
Were I but a tear on thy cheek,
I would fall just to carress
Thy supple beauty. To feel thy
Splendor, o it doth surpass my
Thoughts… To match you an angel
Would try, and in the trying, fail.
Even thy chastity doth not
deter my passions, but rather
enflame them like wildfire.
The lust after such beauty no
Mortal man can contain within
Himself. For he, but an empty
vessel compared to thee, would
gladly sell his soul to just
tast thy lips.
The writer is a one A Willemse from Wanhuiskraans in South Africa.
The poem is not finished, as you can see.
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