By Pedro Wrobel

Clasp me to your breast as a mother holds an infant,
tender and soft, like the touch of your lips
in the heat of the night
shower me with affection and show me your flaws,
your scars, and the mysteries of your form;
reveal to me those innermost secrets and
I will show you


Pedro Wrobel is a Brazilian-born poet, now residing in London, England. He
loves emotion, and looks forward to the day when love conquers all.


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