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"From one LIGHT come many colors." ~GJ Dürrschmidt

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Taboo (a poem): In the quiet stillness I would lay...

In the quiet stillness
I would lay,
dreaming about how
we might play;

if I weren’t as timid
as a mouse,
and got you to come
to my house;

we’d run our fingers
here and there,
tickle our bodies so
young and fair;

clothed in darkness
in my room,
under the blankets
I’d assume;

touching new places
we’d not been,
doing what’s natural,
far from sin.

How sweet the tho’t
of me ‘n you,
fucking back then, if
it weren’t taboo.

~gj duerrschmidt

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