Let it be my luxury
To have a wild night
Just like Emily
Let my hands massage
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I don't think Emily ever had a wild night except in her dreams, but the poem is nice!
A sweet romantic tale, yearning to caress the love we want to possess. This poem breathes for the humanity of love. And its for Emily Dickinson so Bravo!
Massage and food fit for a king are both conforting acts, nicely penned.
So caressing request......last feed everyone relish. Good poetry.
Though Emily was more of a recluse, she was a passionate and gifted artist! An inspired write!