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My thoughts, they were all always about you

I thought to myself when is this gonna due?

And so the hours pass, the days gone by

The months flies, as winter subsides

With the feeling something’s growing inside

Oh my…

The concurrence might just be a stroke of luck

I thought to myself with a sense of abrupt

Fastening myself from the Lords’ fear

But need it be a fluke all the time, all the while?

I question with something standing on the mile

Oh dear…

Confessions: looking at the other side of the leaf

Critically, these trials may be a make believe

Debauched I was, it remains a mystery

Like penitence and repentance

Both bringing the meaning of compunction

Oh blimey…

Now that’s an achievement, by admitting

And I must say it all might not sound fitting

But honesty the best policy,

With that, it has shed some light

Of new hopes, compassion and a future bright

Phew, now you see…

A chained reaction it all figures up,

The fruit of the holies fills my cup

Blest and blessed I stand witness

Such joy, such peace was an excrescence

Beyond my bliss can I imagine this omnipotence

My happiness…

The souls standing towards an intention

Slowly the nerves and muscles react

The arm moving vertical counteract

A silence, the adrenalin it rushes

And calmly the hands slips in

Slowly forming a hook-like

With slight and delicate pressure

The arms grope around it

And the next step was of joy

Varied with confusion but with smile

Like a warm shiver down vertically

And pleasant was how it felt within

As the flesh basically fuse

Leaving a subtle sense of warmth

The bodily heat shifts to the other

And within seconds the arm withdraws

Leaving behind much thought of mind

As the stroking caused a chemistry

Sensing fondness and adoration

The heart beats even faster

And manages to skip a beat

Just by the arms’ slender touch

The whole world turns inside out

With that stroking of the hand.

The infringing affability

And sporadic animosity,

Perplexed I end up becoming

“Insignificant!” this thought,

Frivolous, trifling and trivial now

As you draw your attentions towards.

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Incensed of such peculiar conduct

I turn down your request abrupt

To shield you from repugnance,

Safe guard your emotions.

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Such charade of a game

I submit to as very lame

Duplicity of the manners

My disgust it gathers.

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And thus –

My manifestation only mine

And it need not be thine.

Stop fooling oneself, as it’s just pointless

Sex, not the element of an affair

But rather the time and the companion

Makes a touch or a flicker of her hair

So captivating, much more exciting

Than a peck on the cheek of a lovely

The messages and also the mailing,

Calling and sweet-talking all sounds pleasant,

Putting oneself in lustful temptations

Albeit knowing such danger it may lead

Self-control – prime in the situation

But better play it safe than be sorry,

Let not regrets of sin looms all over

Repenting from its dark deceitful ways

Not allowing Time to prove its reason

But simply listen and be wise by days.

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Don’t say you can’t control your hormones,

Just sleep on it and a new day begins

Let out a fresh start and not of you moan

Be patient, cache it for the coming day

When after walking down the aisle you wed

And in blissful holy matrimony

I pray that you play not of the fire,

The Book, you conform to in harmony.

No, no it isn’t spring this time around

Neither summer, autumn or winter.

Subtle yet calming is how it sound

Diligently part of its splinter

And wanting me to rebuke this one

Is an aspect not worth pondering

As I know that it’s a charming swan,

Approaching it, it says I’m daring.

It kept making me want more of it

And the parcels just won’t stop right now

Thus the trading starts by first to sit

Followed by flexing fingers anyhow,

My thoughts my mind is to imagine

How would we do face-to-face instead?

Firstly gaping the obvious margin

So I feel less tense and out of state.

My picture of it is just too pure

Cheating death just makes it more unique

The way it says, it will never bore

Distinctively it’s just plain elite.

Long gone are the days we chat

The times we dispute, not that.

The petty laughs, oh that’s it,

And our hearts they’re brightly lit

When times changed bridging the past

Memories of you they rust? – Not.

I likened you as my dear

My treasured friend, you bring tear,

Humane of me to be there

Like it or not, I just care

And catching a glimpse of you

Was like a bolt from the blue.

Allow me to say this please,

Perfectly slim, not obese

Nobody’s perfect so chill

Your company gives me thrill

And for that I shall say Thanks!

In this New Year it commence,

I bid ye good night sweet dreams.

Wanted to see you in a fitting smile

Gathered in a group only fitting lie

I glanced over at your merciful eyes

And sensed upsetting and horrible cries,

My consciousness my thoughts are full of whys,

My assumptions they lead me out a sigh

And I can do nothing though by our ties

But I promise to be there when you need,

Cross my heart and hope that I do not die.

They say I’m slick, they say I’m sick

So which is it? And which is not?

Psychologist, psychiatrist,

They only love the moneybox.

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But I’m not sick, am sure of that.

So what is it? And what is not?

You are soaking, but I’m not wet,

Check your brain for any blood clot.