Lust Soft Poem by Unic Cjonr

Lust Soft



Love so tender, burns the flame, into a torrent of fire. I am a wick, always ready to be lit, waxed by the candle of love, my passion pains lust soft, engraved in my mind is your name. You are my spring when it is winter, the last leave you are, when autumn befalls, clear and away, you always are around, you always stay. My kisses to you, my wishes blown to the moon, let us no longer be one, but let us, become two, let us do it soon.

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