Digital drawing · love · lust and desire · pain and suffering · poetry · Portraits

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On your lips it parts,

On your arms that hold me so

My love

My heart

My thea,

only you can make my life sing.

Only you make my mind numbed and dumbed.

Love me and leave me, yet you cannot.

I give you take,

You take O give.

Your hands balanced mine,

As my embrace love yours.

Unwillingly my hands involuntarily loves your hair.

As you with my heart and hold me close,

Before I even break a nose,

And care to make it dry 

before it ran away every tear that pours.

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