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a poem by Jonasdoss

All day I dream about women;
some times I wonder,
if all these creature are to seduce men.
They hypnotise me every moment;
some times I’m stunned to see their posture.
Is this some kind of love;
I’m amazed.
It’s all love of lust;
women can lead to lust and to love.
Love is lust.
Women make my imagination go beyond nature.
She kissed with her mellow lips;
I’m completely dropped.
She touched with her feather hand;
I’m totally collapsed.
She bit my lips;
I feel no pain.
Slowly I’m receding, I’m totally numb.