Expression and Devotion
An immense feeling
of loneliness
rushed over me
after a long
night of passion.
Nothing could be
done
once it was over.
I had to write it down
I had to get it out.
All of these rampant and
wild affairs
had to be
published
had to be
documented.
Otherwise no one would
believe
no one could
conceive
the lust
and love
I have experienced
in my days
on this Earth.
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