Oh sweet passing of days hold thy tongue - by James Dunn

Young or old, in between
A sporadic heaving of fortune bound to idlywild sperm
A lesson taught to my loins, my mind lays still.
I know from the fantasies that you, beauty, are all I want
I love you.
I think of you,
and how safe you are,
inside my thoughts.
Flesh, could I ever protect you?

If I knew the freedom you have
I don't think I could ever be sad again.
Fantasy is a swift comfortable hand movement.

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