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Love Poetry

I Will Not

I will not
Kiss you when my lips drip
With an acquired disease
Touch you with soiled fingertips
However much you plead
Smear your body with my grease
To ease your troubled sleep
I will not
Bring you such bitter sweet relief

I will not
Love you with the open fist
That slams against the wall
Wear the mask of utter bliss
When you curl up small
Use my strength as a defence
Against your innocence
I will not
Seed my love in a life of discontent

I will not
Confuse my love
I will not
Refuse my love
I will not
Abuse my love
For my love's

Love Poetry