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Prisoners
We are prisoners of our own passion, the touch we long for, the taste we desire is so intoxicating that we must have it... Our bodies are passionate lovers with wild unrelenting hearts that become the masters of who we are... Sexual freedom allowing ourselves to express our true selves has become a high we cannot fight... We cherish the gifts we bring to the other and we cry out for more... We protect what has become our most seductive secrets that consumes us, but yet we are eager for the attention... we are prisioners of our own passion, may we forever be it's slave!
By R Fuller 9/20/2010
By R Fuller 9/20/2010
Published 20th Sep 2010
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22nd Mar 2014 8:04pm
Passionate piece. Favourite line:
Our bodies are passionate lovers with wild unrelenting hearts that become the masters of who we are.
The body speaks loudest in this poem.
Our bodies are passionate lovers with wild unrelenting hearts that become the masters of who we are.
The body speaks loudest in this poem.
