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I

..and gripped by the contempt my longings for,
suffice to say how adequate a theme,
may yield that whilst one part of man may seem
too eager may his younger heart so pour!
An ounce of mirth can verily before,
be showing how polite or how supreme
he honours you- the price he pays is such
good manners can elude what we adore.
A cocktail of assumptions sooth a trend,
subjective to the purpose of lost cause
Oh avarice! What sweet curtails applause
exonerates mere beauty afterwards.
How innocent are we to comprehend,
what beauty has obliged it reaps rewards.

II

Wanton! Thou should'st see believe your eyes,
content! That aphrodisiac; Locale:
It pays by chance with interest - the male
whom rightly thought he owned it through apprise,
shalt seek the compensation due, the prize,
that no more does sophistication hence,
forthwith to grade what action's commonsense
a rather in-depth sight of inner thighs.
To compromise restraint with an ideal,
cementing limb to limb with liquid bonds
a promise such as this which soon absconds,
with fearful consequence I do intend.
If one so gallavants with an appeal
That nature had once beauty to pretend.

 

III

  

Melancholy, steeped inside portrayal
hopelessly retained where trapped inside
abysmal days, are years long much denied
where steadily they backtrack to a crawl.
From there, the darkest mysteries suffice
to notably less worthy ones that formed;
destroying most, the charities less warmed
and having lost the best things life made nice.
from inside looking out the bleak released
is thus caved in, whilst others looking in,
Can see, what changed in sloth’s deceitful grin
was living life like death, and now deceased.
how idleness conceives to closing eyes,
when making it the master of diguise.

 

IV

 

An idle's worth too close for comfort for,

shall dream pretentious longing for a fool,

to whom acknowledged-wise it rather cruel

she hide that sin from him as did before.

I ask you, hast there further been concern,

for afterthought to chief pursue what love,

aghast, hath I determined she remove

the only clothing, nakedness shall spurn.

How sloth and intervention shall oppose;

concede to follow suit, that idleness

wilt love the indignation further less

than any least forbidden why, she chose.

Then what is love if love for the return,

of effort; can but not be tested; Learn!

 

V

 

Though, I am the incentive of oneself,

to whom one loves, devotion cannot touch

that he may look upon me like an elf;

who spoke of fairytales he may well clutch.

Reflect a worth to mention to your friends,

an arm to hold on still engulfs my dreams,

in ardour let me look, the mirror seems

a trifle clouded still, see what transcends?

I feel a soul's lost cause than getting close,

to something that resemblance cannot lie

let beauty gauge the wealth of one supply

of virtue to the compliment it chose.

To whom the word was said, I am a dish,

cannot for any reason grant that wish!

 

VI

 

And wishes have that once elusive show,

of envy that these other woman know

seduce their men with beauty and austere

can any other touch this earthenware?

An ornament, a realm to the abode;

that literature might make as soon an ode.

can paradise select what hast been shared

mistook the fake for fairytales prepared.

How gracious can benevolence be grand,

we bow or curtsy both towards the hand

god given view of mercy, lucky you!

who once upon a time led most accrue:   

Not once can I remove the sight of eyes,

to whom one may give worship, a surprise!

 

VII

 

The lingering of lips enhanced on each,

so tenderly proportioned had they not,

been subtle to have pressed upon the reach,

to lick the juice, 'temptation' from that spot! 

It drizzled such as if the next step froze,

between the next embedded ounce of strength,

a certiain time together in that pose,

had promised better things, a kiss at length.

We kissed until the time between us both,

stood still and if it had - was that sedate?

to argue if our bond was one of growth,

concealed in one another's said debate.  

The wayward gaze towards your finger tips,

would follow what was next in line, your lips.

 

VIII

 

So thick and close enough to the allure,

that some may say, attraction by goodwill

has damaged us with age a selfish still

when feelings such as ours stay immature.

Could it be the fountain of our youth,

suffice to say, has fortified romance,

by standing in the shadows of a trance

remain there locked together by the truth.

It seems not long ago that when we met,

an introduction smitten with content

evolved to least encourge we'd forget,

and neither did we do so years we spent.

If all else ceased to courage a response

then all I see is both for nonchalance.

 

IX

 

I need not have much cloth what little of,

I've left so little modesty perhaps 

include ye closing eyes, indeed a glove

thy hand would cower pose a finger's lapse.

Impending what the sudden urge so seems,

that beauty drives directness through the eyes

what sudden urge delivered them in dreams

would these decisions weak encourage wise?

The purity from this the finest cut,

of cloth I have encumbered some to be

does broadening those morales keep them shut

Admit it's joy to feel from memory.     

For cloth shall outline intrigue with the lust,

that nakedness withdrew from thy mistrust.

 

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    these 9 stanzas that have no name are not only profoundly moving, they mean something to me. they fortify me, without choosing a direction or indication a path. I like that. I hope you stay. but if you don't, I hope the best for you, and thank you for having shared.
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    Hei my very lovely friend How are you? One of these days, I need to return to allpoetry and read your beautiful poetry. I miss it and I miss you.
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    Tony!! How are you???

    I have a challenge for you. Another video prompt which perhaps you could write to, i'm curious as to what you might come up with, you don't even have to post it
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    is this really a different Titus

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