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    AleMaho
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AleMaho's Poems - 1. January's Lust

January's Lust

A hug,

Couple of kisses,

Shocks of lust all over my body.

That's how nights end with him.

 

But his touch starts to feel warmer,

My need starts to feel stronger,

Our grip starts to feel harder,

And we are both craving for more.

 

Curiosity starts arising.

Nervousness comes knocking on my door.

Procrastination seems appealing,

Yet determination is my goal.

 

Suddenly I feel afraid.

It all ends in the blink of an eye.

 

A hug,

Couple of kisses,

Shocks of lust all over my body.

That's how nights used to end with him.

Copyright © 2011 AleMaho; All Rights Reserved.
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On 04/20/2011 04:18 PM, Foster said:
Is this a fear of love, that intimacy once achieved ends lust?
At first, it is the fear of intimacy itself. Not knowing whether you'll do it wrong or right the first time. And of course, fear of the aftermath.
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