Sea weed helter skelter hairA thousand Methuselah follicles
Radiating in oracle
I shouldn't look
I shouldn't risk voyeur's vice
My veins are hardening
My body is permafrost
I am horrified
I had heard the mythology
I'm alive in the stone
All for the want of a woman
Why is this happening
Why is my mind still alive
All I did was desire
Her delicacy
The ecstasy of her softness
Is not for you old man
You know you shouldn't
Have desired
That kind of happiness
Is not on your plate
I had heard the mythology
I'm alive in the stone
All for the want of a woman
Why is this happening
Why is my mind still alive
All I did was desire
Her delicacy
The ecstasy of her softness
Is not for you old man
You know you shouldn't
Have desired
That kind of happiness
Is not on your plate
Newell, sad words, what is an "old, " love and desire, has no age, this poem struck me. What I think? desire and love, always, always, always ..... kiss
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