suffer

the longing arches me;
on my pillow is spread
your coquettish dream;
its echo stops me suffer;
I don't oppose, I savor it;

insanely charmed, avid
moaning in anticipation
for my virility technique
of loving you unleashed,
I'm begged in your hell


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