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Dormant Libido - Poem by Parable Poetry

I use my left hand to.
I use my right hand, too.
The closest thing to you.
I feel so sickened by the way this has to be.

I just wish for you to come in,
to sit on my lap before I begin,
to drift to a land of make believe,
where you are there and never want to leave.

From my mind I drew,
another pic of you,
to help me get this through,
I feel elation slowly coming over me.

Is it wrong to think about,
going though this, when I'm without,
you here with me, when I'm alone,
hold my breath and I release a moan.

Wesley Hall - 04/15/08

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 18, 2008

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