|    |  By Pedro Wrobel
 Clasp me to your breast 
        as a mother holds an infant,tender and soft, like the 
        touch of your lips
 in the heat of the night
 shower me with affection 
        and show me your flaws,
 your scars, and the mysteries 
        of your form;
 reveal to me those innermost 
        secrets and
 I will show you
 nothing.
   Pedro 
        Wrobel is a Brazilian-born 
        poet, now residing in London, 
        England. He
 loves emotion, and looks 
        forward to the day when 
        love conquers all.
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