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He loved her, and he loved me. Concurrently, not consecutively. The tie that binds, hands held fast. He stood between us and loved us equally.

He loved her and he loved me. She was dark-eyed and sweet like sherbet. She bit. I was pasty and languid; like milky coffee. Comfort.

He loved her and he loved me. She loved the tongue and the tale, I more the tongs and the tail.

Different, equal, valid loves.

And I loved her and she loved me.

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  1. This is brilliant. I read it on twitter and loved it straight away. I am glad to see that you have added it here too ?

  2. I absolutely love how this is written! Beautiful portrait of love!

    Rebel xox

  3. Wow, powerful poem! Beautifully written. Loved it! 😉

  4. Tiggs Tiggs

    I frequently dislike poetry on blogs/twitter. It’s usually shit. This however is the opposite of that. In fact this is probably the first poem I have willingly positively commented on. I love this. I love the acknowledgement of difference and equality through the images you’ve bought together. Not overly opaque but not bland statements either. I love the cadence and rhythm. Thank you for reminding me not all kink poetry is shit and that in fact it can be beautiful.

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