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conscience engages me; I revolve icons of you randomly in my mind. I become excited; ashamed of my disgusting self. The coarse and iniquitous things I wish to do! Why must my organic control me so? In my mind; dresses cloak your beauty no more. I herald the creative brilliance of your female frame. Not a single detail was omitted. Your dimensions sculptured without blemish. I face the dark still night were respite eludes me. Fascinating imagery of you toils through my excruciated mind. My body is in starvation. I toss-and-turn, curse the sleep that fails me. I stare at the blank walls across which you are gliding. I know this is not love… just a man lusting after perfect flesh! |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |