Love And Lather

Love And Lather short poem

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Come and I will let you love me too,
Make it short and fine till it interests,
Till the white old hair on my chin
Stings your core to despise and move far.
Make love with lather on your hands
Spread it on all of me
Except the lone white one that sprouts
between my chests
Which waits to be plucked by the hand
That once cared.
Pull my head below your bosom
And find me looking at you from beneath
Sing me a lullaby
To help know if you are the one indeed
Have your nails long and sharp and done
For after you rest
I will feel them against my face
And have them undone
All of which
That scares.
Love me the day till I feel
The nails of your hands raised to its roots
When I find you looking at me
In the dead of the night
Without sleep.

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Aloke
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A passionate love poem emoting beautifully.

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