A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.
NFSW
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How can I be?
Anything but me?
When a simple caress,
Brings me so easily-
So willingly-
To my knees.
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How can I be?
Anything but-
Your slutty queen?
Your sex-crazed friend?
And everything-
And I mean everything-
In between.
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How can I be?
Worthy of your seed?
Your broken steed?
Your whispered creed?
How can I be?
Anything-
Anything-
But me?

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