Clasp my heart in your slender fingers
if you dare to try;
you won’t stiffen it with wine
or a sweet melody.
No amount of spit or lube
will make my heart flutter.
My heart is unmoveable, unknowable
stimulate it to no avail!
My heart was hardened long ago
and it will take more than all that you have
to stroke my ego
and get me to agree
to let love in
and free me to try
to penetrate your mind.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Online) - Published: August 12th, 2026 07:19
- Category: Erotic
- Views: 4
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Comments1
A hard hart indeed corroded and rusted beyond being able to open. Well written
Thank you!
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