Your Desire Poem by Dead Beat Poet

Your Desire



I'm not afraid anymore of the black door,
behind is where I'll be waiting.
There is a dance floor and very much more,
and yes even maybe there's mating.

A nest broken halos,
I lay at your feet.
Along with myself,
seeking a treat.

Take me I'm yours,
for you to do with.
Whatever it is,
you desire or wish.

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