Sweet Dew
A duration of love
From the bottom, looking up
My love has left for paradise
My member on loan
I am the receptive vesicle
Thrusted
Bone on bone.
My thoughts fantasy, or not
To the woman of Keats.
He is not her mere onanism
Deliverance of sweets.
He is her purpose
His glance she craves
His adoring notice
Affectionate praise
Open the ornament
To receive the dew.
Separation
Adoration
Sweet dew
I saw her through you
My soul in love
A glimpse of remembrance
Expectation
Adoration
The lover of my essence.
Contemplation
Conjugation
Sweet dew.