Poems from johnson-sierra

A day of this and nothing more, that is all that I've to live for. With my lover gone and dog long dead, I've only these stories to fill...
Love is the touch that heals the wound, a gentle press, nothing much, but still, it is enough. You know he is there, waiting on the bed,...
To touch another, oh, how I long to feel his skin against mine, if only to finally know whether he is as smooth as silk or as soft as...
What would anyone want with someone as broken as I? What man could lot at me without pity? Afraid as I am of the slightest affection, no...
To teach in schools today, You must be one of us. You must laugh at dirty jokes, And make references that we get. It’s not hard, I promise...

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