CRIES FROM THE OCEAN

32 Teenage Affair

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I saw your fingers crossed,

Your ankles knocked against the wall,

Your eyes rolled at the sky, Something is lost I suppose.

I'll rather remain a prisoner,

Than not to lift your garment

I'll rather remain a banished leper, Than not to suck from your virgin breasts.

Will this night pass us Without exchange of blood?

Or should I wake from this dream?