An encounter
Written September 19, 2005 (yes, tonight)
A touch, a breath,
Gentle gliding, tender flesh,
Pour into me...rip me apart.
Take me whole,
Feel that I want it,
Feel that I need it.
Bare my soul,
Fear that I flaunt it,
Fear that I feed it.
(thank you)
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I really, really like this one, completely feigning ignorance of what I think it may or may not be about. A good way to get me to like a poem or song is to include the words 'flesh' and/or 'feed'. 'Ablution', 'sycophant', and 'viscera' are some others you might consider when writing in the future.
I told you to go to bed at a decent hour... but I'll let you slide this once if you were spending quality time with your friend.
fuocvcl
Feel not Unappreciated... Oftentimes
Complimentary is the Virtue
Called Loneliness.
I can't stop giggling and grinning. And I think you just wrote a little poem down there with those darn verification letters. And I did at least go to bed tons earlier than I have been lately, you can yell at me later :).
Hmmm... I'm curious what this one was about. :)
Hey now, curiousity killed the cat, didn't it?
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