As many of you know from my past poetry
I often retreat into the wild
It used to be with the Mollie Dog but no more
Sat there by the camp fire seeing stories in the flames
And stories in the stars
Beautiful stories that turned into beautiful dreams
No sadness, no inhumanity
Why
Because no radio, no TV. My only contact with the outside world
My mobile phone
I do still have my music
The birds, the breeze, the animals
You know in such places I'm content,
In such places I can hide inside my dreams
Because in such places I only have pleasant dreams

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Your lips taste like honey
Your whispers tickle me
Your touch I wait at night
To love me til the first light

Sweet kisses on my skin
Touch me from deep within
I am a slave of your love, darling
Only you can make my heart sing

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We do want to be loved, don't we?
But it is different from sympathy

When you are down and they see your tears
When you almost give up from all of your fears

When you feel you're alone and no one's at your side
When things went wrong and there's no one to guide

When all your deeds were not right all along
When you feel different and can't find where you belong

When you feel all your goals stay undone
When your weakness pushes you to depend on someone

When you feel someone came along to care
When the person doesn't feel the same and you're not aware

We do want to be loved, don't we?
But please don't expect for love when the truth is it's just his sympathy...

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