Love

I saw your face, a visage blessed;
Your milky skin, your perfect breast.
You saw me tremble, shy distress.
O’ feelings pained, yet not expressed.

My heart raged thunder in my chest.
Is this love? My soul possessed?
Aching limbs…um, please get dressed!
O’ fuck:
cardiac 
arrest…

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Benedict Francis

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