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When I touch myself…

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. When I touch myself Whilst thinking of you, I forget who These hands belong to… Eyes closed, dear Muse I seek your smell, I crave your voice I miss your silhouette! Yet again, my imagination Vastly suffices To raise me slowly but surely Closer to paradise… These growling moans All bear your name, You…… Continue reading When I touch myself…

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Do you?

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  Don’t you miss The soft whisper Of my sweet summer Wits? My secret glares, My unlikely kindred References to a world That is no more? Don’t you miss My squirrel thoughts, Or were they rhino’s? Dreams meant only To be dreamt, Times only To be imagined. Places unexplored Playgrounds offered, But only If you…… Continue reading Do you?