Day and night.
Where do I get such an appetite.
It has been with me most of my life.
It is something love,
Much more than a choice…
Between things I ‘like’.
It is a craving I can’t explain.
Done for so long…
It is something I do that belongs.
Much like the naturalness of making love!
But when I write,
There is a stimulation that remains.
With an excitement…
I can without climax,
Sustain for hours and prolong!

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