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	I doubt I will do many poems but when the mood strikes, it is 
impossible to ignore.

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"On a Purple Notebook"
By Andi

I write without my name and it feels good
Without my name I can write what feels good
I write about the secrets that lurk within
Within me lurk the desires I can never say
I write my desires raw and true and it feels good
Raw and true my desires spill from my pen

He gave me a purple notebook
It was ragged from a hundred hands
He gave me a chance to love him if I wanted
Or the chance to love a hundred others.

Read my work and quiver

On a hundred pages were a hundred fantasies
Written in handwritings I recognize
And written in some that I don't.
On a hundred pages were a thousand acts of lust
In a thousand acts of lust were a million secrets never told
Each secret had names of those who were lusted but never the name of 
the one who desired

I read a purple notebook
It was read by a hundred eyes
He gave me the chance to love him if I wanted
Or the chance to be loved by a hundred others

Read those works and quiver.

Confessions were put to paper
Papers told stories of seduction, orgies and pain
Here was a story written by my secret love
There was a story told by one who wanted me
I told a story about him
And then I told a story about her

Read those works and quiver

I wrote in a purple notebook
It was read by six thousand strangers
He gave me the chance to fuck him on paper
Or the chance to be fucked by others

"Write your greatest fantasy," he said to me
But my greatest fantasy is of two
"Write about who you most crave"
But what I craved was he and she
"Write it without signing your name and others will guess"
But what I want most of all is for people to know

I masturbated to the stories of a purple notebook
It had been masturbated with by a thousand others
He gave me the chance to read his dream of me
Or the chance to read of him wanting another

Read those works and quiver.

For my story I wrote about his cock
And how I wanted to feel it in my mouth when the seed come forth
For my story I wrote about her thighs
And how I wanted to feel it clench around my head
I wrote about my lust for him
I wrote about my lust for her

I cried over a purple notebook
It had been cried over by a thousand others.
He gave it to me for reasons I am not sure
I gave it to her for reasons I know

Read my heart and quiver

Send your prayers, devotions, confessions and pleas to 
purpleherald@hotmail.com





