A poem of love, the need.

Moved to tears from the mere mention of love. An almost primitive desire for the affection of a woman. The innermost desire for one whom I can be completely naked with and not be ashamed of what is held within. I have a need, a passionate rage to show my dear and undying affection to the one whom could call my girlfriend. One girl, would be able to change all that. I am, what I hate, into a productive member of my society. All this can be achieved by the simple mention of affection and the ability to unburden the full fledged storage love held within the confines of my mortal body. I am man. I need to love. {This whole thing is ridiculous.}


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