You Give
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Herbert Nehrlich
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And when you give the sweetest of
what any human can
I shall be standing there,
head tucked,
lips pursed,
limbs tight,
eyes bright
and promises of dew
I have for you
essentials of myself,
and like a sensuous elf
you hold me close,
your thighs now cradle mine
and rivulets find ways
to run for countless days
into my soul,
I into yours.
You give
and I will gladly take,
for you were made
and I was thought
to be your spirit
and I'd be
the red erythrocytes,
the genuine love
and what will be
the final touches,
do love me?
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