Poem -
Bleeding Lovers...
A soul isn't a soul, if it hasn't been woken,
I never believed in love, until I was broken,
With every drip that oozes from your vessel,
I'm drenched in your sensual beauty, Undress me,
Soak me,
Taste me,
Pour yourself over my body,
I'm waiting to be soaked by your purity of life.Â
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