Girly-girl, I feel you near…
thanks for stopping by (again).
You knock, then whisper in my ear
that S-word mightier than the pen.
I haven’t seen you for so long;
beholding now your rosy charms
let me let you right my wrong
within your warm and virtual arms.
Take me to that field of flowers
where the wondrous waters flow.
Temper there my raging powers—
none, save God, will know.
(Porneia and I go back a long way… but since we broke up, our relationship is strictly Platonic)
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