My name is insincerity. Hers it seems is lust.
Carnal urges can sense loins burning. For just tonight we do-as we must.
Mind's eye is wide open and it sweats in your blight.
So close-yet I'm a million miles away.
I'm so deep inside you and warmth never felt so cold.
Eating a fruit called hunger-she cannot satiate me.
Drinking from a well called thirst-she cannot quench me.
Close your eyes, shut off your mind.
Cold dark nights -and solitude are almost as kind.
John

Hack

Thumbs up from ole Ranger!!!!!

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It's All Good Bro's!!!