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Satin Boudoirs Of The Mind Satin Boudoirs Of The Mind.Satin Boudoirs Of The Mind
The mind roams at large, unfettered obliged not to confess, the manners of its sensuality, nor reasons, few latitudes exist. Imagined taste, the scents of lusting, a guilt need not express, thoughts never offer feigned abhorrence excess, do not resist.
No dissent assails uninhibited, every response to each caress, tremors, and subtle pulsing, the mind creates, to tailor to desire. Images, of ecstasy uncensored, without convention to suppress, grant some sensual fulfillment t


LimitedI thought you should know that today, I stopped loving you.Limited
It's nothing you did, It's nothing you said - It's just a secret I can no longer keep.
I thought you were Wonderful, witty,
Charming, cute, amazing And oh, you wanted me As much as I wanted you.
Somehow though I couldn't Help but see through THe person you really are And onto the surface.
Much to my disgust It's really all about Someone else.
Because once -not That long ago really - Somebody broke my heart... And the s


Carnal Carousel Carnal CarouselCarnal Carousel
Ah, to feel the rampant stirring, and those deeds Ill not repent, bodies naked and morals erring, where actions matched intent. Memories of compliant wenches, with itches they cant scratch, or sordid dalliance, with expenses, a paid exuberance, to match.
Sampled of deviant and devious, oft lain, with femmes uncouth, been a tender morsel for the harpy, such, the follies of my youth. Horses mellow and horses fallow, chained, to a carnal carousel, tired melodies, playing while it turns our chequered lives foretell. &


Why I'm Afraid Of Love...I didnt even cry, The day you said GoodbyeWhy I'm Afraid Of Love...
I was too numb for Those things called tears.
I felt as though
I would never feel Another emotion again.
But now it has been Such a long time And now I feel again
Love to numbness Numbness to pain.
Pain slowly hardening Crystallizing into Fierce, pure anger.
I feel a need To see your agony As you saw mine.
A need to make Your blood flow.
My passion for you Is now a passion for The sight of
| Here, I'd like to display the poetry I've collected from artists at dA. They come up at random. These are works of some talented writers, and it's been my pleasure to display them for all to enjoy. |


Of Undefined MeasureOf Undefined MeasureOf Undefined Measure
What season is this in which life calls the minds unceasing attention to its brevity and how the time falls, demanding strength in capacity; retention?
Maturitys promise; some time and peace; situations well earned beyond the effort Actuality does not deliver; no true release Theres little time, and no realized comfort.
To slow down, though the clock persists, a downward spiral, to which age gives purchase. Work harder, push further, but the body resists a formidable effort, and the mind must
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