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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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