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a poem – The Only Soul That I Adore
You are the only Soul that I adore Now let me jerk off to some other whore And when our eyes meet once more Search histr'y will hide beneath floorboards
Your feminine stench is all that I seek But my mind still reaches beyond your stink The eyes of the many may have your reach But only I birthed your singular mystique
You bask in endless Qualities I try to hide from solemnly But in the morning's haunted dreams They creep in unexpectedly
Cowardly, the Profane I project And, somehow, your Wisdom still molests In furious fear, away from thumbnails I click Yet even on my toilet your love persists
I Desire it all, but fear the toll Of hope that your beauty isn't displayed next scroll If only they knew how you torture and console Then maybe I wouldn't feel like such an Asshole
Black hair or Blonde, in fitness or fatness Preferring the latter of both, I live in your sadness Knowing you'll love me, no matter what happens Is itself a challenge that leads me to madness
But your boobs is on Fleek, that you can store Never can I decide which one I need more Until your hair shines, again, before me, and floors Do me the honor of watching you soar
To let you forget in safety even for a moment The watchful eyes of countless makes the suffering worth it Endless lies I tell to the women I'm consolin' Have left my soul a shell in desperate need of your holdin'
