Sickly as I feel,
I long for something real,
to escape fortune's wheel,
and let love tear off my seal.
To feel a woman's hand,
on my anxious forehead land,
brushing away a strand,
of hair the colour of sand.
To on a lady's chest,
with my head so softly rest,
lying in our lovers' nest,
would simply be the best.
To with my blue eyes see,
my lover gaze at me,
and with her simply be,
would set my spirit free.
And then perhaps one day,
her curiosity may stray,
as it most surely may,
to where my pleasures lay.
Seeking to explore,
my body and more,
eagerly going for,
where no woman has been before.
Letting me finally feel,
something most truly real,
as her lust makes me it's meal,
and tears off my virgin-seal...
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