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When the Pen runs dry

when the pen runs dry and the call to Muse is canceled by indifference the return is slow
each word squeezed of juicethe only way to grasp the magic is to toll in the stony fields among the rustic ruins of struggle hoping the voice returnsand fingers fly to keep pace

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Sex without Love


What is sex without love at its core
It is not as pleasant or as pure
It is simply lusting
Nothing more

What is sex with love running deep
It is a memory to cherish and keep
It is heartwarming
A victorious leap

Sex without love is terribly disturbing
To the mind of me
Sex without love is not enticing
Not at all to me

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