erotica

A loveless life is hell, no doubt about
It; one can’t say or do a thing without
Longing. If Xenophilus came in sight,
Slow though I am, I’d reach the speed of light.
Far from avoiding what you can’t control,
Pursue it. Love’s the whetstone of the soul…

Alpheius of Mytilene

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