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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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More in MosquitoBytes Volume 02: Amaranthine Fetish - 2005

Twisted Pleasures

Knees

You found me crying
Hunched on the floor
Unashamed of those tears
Shedding more
You are here
That matters
Huggles....heart shatters
A troubled man
Is all I'll ever be
The pain
Will orbit with me
You hold me
Distract
By being direct and lacking tact
It works, I show you
My Eva
She who still binds me
You offer naught
Yet give me all
I have your company
In the vast hall
Simple pleasures
At least at first
Then the heater
To warm us
Exposed flesh
A neck to eat
Aaah my sweet
She knows
This Spurious Being
Knows the fire in my heart
Knows where I like to start
I stumble
Sure this is right
Yet true doubt is strong
I'd wasted chances
Lost romances
Although I know
Am sure this is not
I take the chance
Knowing that she
Has at least chosen me
So I strike
Several hours later
Spent
Cuddled
I listen to her breath
This will not last
It's not up too me
But whilst she has chosen
I'll just let it be
I don't say the words
I'll think them now and then
And if one day she startles me
I'll know I was right
Until such time
We've had last night
This old man awoken
By her knees in the night

© 2005, Mosquitobyte

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