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For MIG

The night’s
Cold without you…
I lie as frozen meat
On a bed of thorns…
We have to meet again
And blend into a sea
Of erotic music…
Our bodies like
Blossomed flowers
Have opened all
Carnal ecstasies …
My lips tremble
With sensual adoration…
My body quivers
With passionate echoes…
We have to meet and
Mate into musical symphonies.

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I am a Hellenic Philistine Hedonist, an existential nihilist, and a postmodernist with a passion to write poetry, fiction, essays and philosophy.

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