I like wine with age
that is robustly thick.
I like dulled nerves;
pain flys away quick.
The joy of life is rife,
teaches I’m just a beast.
It makes me a pupil to
see what I must defeat.
Joy can be primative
with all it’s charm full.
I like to think lechery
and can act as a fool.
Aged, sensuality passes.
I howl at the moon, rust.
For I have learned time
tarnishes desire’s lust.
What is beautiful now
with age will stretch
skin and will wrinkle
eyes, curves and necks.
I search for more upon
the surface upon earth.
I see beauty is sensual
but deeper I will search.
Free goes the minion I
was so long ago in youth.
When I’m laying catatonic,
I want to feel the truth.
I do not know if a God
sets things into motion.
So I’ll live as if death is
a finale for my devotion.
I see you bare calling me
to take up a bond of touch.
I see you there and I see
I don’t care much for lust.
Ohh lol I like this!!
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🤣 Thanks Stella.
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