Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Women of my future, do you know me well?
Will our children inside you swell?

On the front lines, where we nearly wed.
In the sick ward, where you made my bed.


I was nervous, but I stood my still
In the chapel where they baptised Will.
The cathedral where we said our vows
We were perishing. You had me aroused.

I don't want your sex.( )
I just want to feel like we're connected.



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