I Make Love to Me

I Make Love to Me

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I make love to me……    I caress my dried scars with the slightest touch,  Slowly and softly!  I kiss my remnant feelings and let them arouse.   I try grasping hard……… Really hard!  I try grasping the black patches in my soul and bring them out, And hear them lament their story of sterile rove.  I blow them with my brightest light to let them glow even within their dark.    Yes! I end up wet……I wet my pair of eyes!   As the memories from rust and the fears inches inside my mind,  I cringe, I scream in a pitch very high.  Reaching the peak of pain and utmost stir,  I collapse in the softest bed of memory stack, Read more