I Rise
From the look of your eyes
I rise
From the touch of your thighs
I rise
For me? A surprise?
I rise
Your sensuous cries
I rise
AGAIN?! You want me to rise?
I Rise
From the look of your eyes
I rise
From the touch of your thighs
I rise
For me? A surprise?
I rise
Your sensuous cries
I rise
AGAIN?! You want me to rise?
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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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