Midnights in May
My main goal today
Before I lay my head to rest
Make sure your lips will be carressed
The entire month of may
By mine
While sipping on some wine
Exposing lust and every fear
To you
My dearest I'll be true
Midnights in May
517Jacqueline commented on Midnights in May
04-23-2014
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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