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Love Poetry

Express Yourself

My body is a canvass
And you can write on it
A sonnet on my fingers
And a haiku on my dick

My eyes they are a camera
That you can operate
Postcards in my retinas
And pornos on the brain

My body it is marble
You can sculpt with it
Chisel out a roman nose
And a disturbing pair of tits

My essence is an ether
You can breathe it in
I'm nothing till you form me
From your sense of sin

Love Poetry