poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Bite my tongue I must
Bite my tongue I must that I not speak of desire, of lecherous hunger or lust. And bite hard, for what a fire! 'Tis love, oh love, that your touch commands and your glances evoke; love, clean and pure like a dove with the gentleness of your hands, but laced with passions to provoke Unfair of me and unjust to share these thoughts with thee; for this your forgiveness I beg and in your kindness I place my trust that from contrition you release me for my love of you I will not renege [05/08/02]
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