Dear You-Know-Who,
Even now in this moment I lay,
Thoughts of you fill my mind
My obsessions I keep at bay
Spirit lifted and fleshly lust left behind
Everything else seems inconsequential
Each memory we create now, monumental
From Peter-You-Know-Who
YOU ARE READING
Hypnosis: Vol I
PoetryA Collection of Poems ********************************************* Love may be a facade. Love may be deceptive. Even now in this state I write of love, I myself may not be in consciousnesses.
