I Love you without reason; totally, and without shame. My mouth with every orgasm, ejaculates your name. But passion, in my own embrace, with images of face, has not love, nor fire, nor flame; if passion be it's name. So come, love ... come to me, come with me, soon. Let me feel your heat, and inflame me in your fires. Engage in passion's quest; come, quench our desires. Let them rave; the musk of love will ever cling to the rose of love. ~ Sean O'Casey.
Reason for writing:
Not having a partner I frequently satisfy myself, although at least I do have a fantasy object, a lady, who does seem to enhance the experience even though she's a long way away. I was having a cigarette after doing it one morning, and wishing she was with me so we could make love together, and this poem came to me, almost before I'd finished the cigarette. Then I had another wank.
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