A gentle lover
My solitude sings to me and takes me in her gentle arms touching me with delicate charms lips as consistent of air kiss with out a care leaving me in a bewildered state I fear my friends it is too late she bites my neck and arms and wrists giving me a gentle kiss my head goes weak I cannot speak unlike lovers I used to hold instead of heat she spreads cold and wipes away the tears I cry falling from my fragile eyes not much longer only a little bit speak your last I fear, this is it.
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