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Sybarite

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My sybaritic seducer
Whose tongue-tipped lips
Lick wickedly like warm waves
Annealing my malleable resolve
And raping the corpus of my stoic soul,
Cease your torment of my long-healed wound
And let it be; for I exist content, quite whole, alone,
My memories the marrow of my firmly steadfast bones.

August 9, 2014Mike Loss, Love, Lust, Michael McGuire, Philosophy, Poem, Short verse, Solitude, Sybarite 38 Comments
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