Nymphomaniac

Why is the look in their eyes always ill will

when I say I love the thrill

that I long for the chase

that I need that deep embrace 

 

Who here would deny 

that they don't too try

to reach that moment when 

you ascend to heaven and then are back again 

 

Being filled up so with ecstasy 

makes me feel as though he might love me 

that, they can never understand 

for they've never been with my man

This poem is about: 
Me

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kelsei1314

Bravo.

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