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If the clouds could gather all of her lovely strength this momentAnd shame the distant Rivers that deprive us a pool of waterIf the chilly air could softly dance across the roofs and panesAnd time would stop boasting of his speed when he walksIf nature could open her doors of splendor and beauty tonightAnd every young man rejoices in the wife of his youth
We’ll rekindle passion, we’ll restore inspirationWe’ll rebuild ecstasy so true beyond the wildest dreams of MortalsTouch me my spouse with the wonderful hands of your loveLet me come into you, for in you is a corridor to pleasureSweet paradise, allow me into the treasures of your bodiesTake me in, and let me walk like a king invited by his queen.If the sky would annoyingly be brave this momentAnd bar the stars and moon from resting on her bedIf the rain could fall freely without holding an aorta of grudgeAnd the wind blows cool to every tree and citiesIf all eyes could close the day for some restAnd the oceans could stop hitting the sands and stones
We’ll make heat, we’ll make loveWe’ll makes babies born in the beauty of summerKiss me my king with the sweetest part of your lipsLet our tongues twist and tweak, mingle at every angleFondle my breast and find me a path between your thighsTouch my body, like your every breath depends on me.
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.