4.1 Tanka and Haiku

I long for the warmth, a touch
a hand, a kiss, again,
until I finally break
in a blissful ecstasy.

 

Your pleasure, my love
is what I give you, my love
so you stay, my love.

 

As I light my high
another drink is given
the night is cold, but
as the morning is dawning
I will not go home again.

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