And with the confidence of the waves,
That I shan't fall into the abyss.
I bare myself- hoping for reception,
Reception into the acquired taste - of desire.
To wander infinitely, waiting to be seen,
Waiting to be taken and touched and caressed.
Only to be second best,
To insecurities, unknown, un-bequest enemies,
Wondering, wandering souls,
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