Poems she wanted

Sonnets I wrote by day,
She wanted my lips to recite,
As I pause a hush of words,
She hold the breathe a while;
I continued chanting the lines,
She craved till the dawn,
Till the sun sets in the West,
We were singing along,
My pen carried oozing over,
The blood and pain it had,
Till her womb filled with my,
Pleasure and poems of fantasy;
She will carry the baby I sowed,
My pen fell on the floor,
The last drop is missing her.
Before it will drain out and dry,
Will she return to read my sonnet?

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