Recollections
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Dawn comes and wakens up inside my core
The reminiscences that sleep inside
The past, that sleep there, stowed subconscious lore
That lurks there. I become their willing bride.
Caressing me, they want me to awake
To their insistent needs. I spread my legs
To let the memories touch my thighs and shake
Me like earth tremors. My desirous eggs
Want what thrusting past remembrances can do.
I want their impregnation even if
These bridegrooms want an overwhelming coup.
I want their diligence, fleshily stiff.
..Come up here deep within me, loving men.
….I want to be your urgent bride again.