sing me a song of the morrow
see me in the morning and yearn
a soul yours but never known
bring me flowers and tears for what will never be ours
our classes never to meet
bittersweet is my pain
sacred heart I know you
beneath the fine leather and speech
you are of air and hard work
your fragrance all male
inside me quiver for a touch from your roughness
dying to the knowledge you will never be mine
it is with great melancholy I carry my blue
while you wander the deep my heart wanders with you
a breeze on your brow
a caress in a smile
carrying my dreams with me
may we meet again someday
Rated for Mature(17+)
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Powerful work. Vivd and sharp.