I feel I'm amidst a pollen lily wave
Heady with trembling allusions touching
Me in a darkened bed chamber reaching
Beneath satin bed sheets, it awakens me.
I'm suffocating dripping with fern wet dew
Heaven knows how it allures me to you
Deep down, my whole being takes root:
Bird like wings pressed back - spiralling.
Like a moth in a bell-jar!
It smothers my cries ever longing
Longing to cry out; ever longing
She must cling on to her lilies stem
Shake free the pollens forming, again and again.
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I feel I'm in a pollen lily wave
Heady with trembling allusions touching
In a darkened bed reaching
Beneath satin sheets he depraves me.
I'm suffocating dripping with dew
Heavenly he knows me too…
Deep down; he takes root
Spiralling…
Like a moth in a bell-jar
He smothers all my cries ever longing
To cry out!
Ever longing I must cling on.
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