tonight sleep is cruel.
she does not come to you and you go anywhere searching for her
breasts, you are a new born child wanting to suck the milk of life
from her teats, and you want to take her like she is a sow,
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Can't stand to see your great poems unkissed by a ' ten' and a bouquet of sweet words (even if just a small one) ..(smile)