The mind of a young lad

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    The mind of a young lad

     As i close my ''mind's eye'' i picture your rare beauty that holds me captive:the elegance of your style, the shape of your eyes,your soft silky lurking lips;
    Your breast:perfect twin moulds masterly carved.
    Your shae: your shape symmetry redefined,mastered and performed to utmost accuracy..........
    You are Art,by a master artist,the master sroke from his
    brush....
    you feel me with so much desperation and need.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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