What I wouldn't give to have your soft wonders
to play with on this long gray late winter day,
to run my tired hands upon your refreshing
curves, to be born anew between your thighs?
My life, my life lived bad and the life I should
have lived, both I would give in this cold gloom
for your flesh to be against mine.
01.04.2024
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