there is more to loving than having sex
so much more to hugging than french kissing
in passion I cry, be my love always
not just my lover
make me rain in the late hours of midnight
let my heart sing bump bump tonight my love
the pressure builds inside my limp body
listen to bones crack in my inner tighs
feel joint slip out of place welcoming you
stand up as flood gates burst open suddenly
The hot steamy masses flow freely from
passion bellowing everytime we make love
in passion I cry, be my love always
not just my lover
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I'm not sure I like this one of yours Barbara.
It's a little barbaric for my tastes, but I suspect that was deliberate. The "anus" word tripped me up too. Chalk it up to my distaste for free verse maybe. It just doesn't compare to your other work. wesley
it isn't so much me
Was experimenting with it
It not whey I like or prefer yo write
But did do just to see how it would be viewed
I do like this one...
However, I wasn't too keen on the use of anus. Maybe a better way to say it would be; the cleft of my buttocks?
I primarily write in rhyme, but occaisionally write free verse, so am not opposed to that, for sure. Imagine, me, who writes of a killer who is a cannibal not particullary liking the word anus! Good emotion shows through here. ~ Gee
hey Gee
Thanks Gee
I like your suggestion better and will change anus
it is barbaric i just couldn't think of a better word
at the time
Lived with women in my time
passionate and full
alive and demure
full of cries and wild sulleness
I enjoyed your poem complete
here
the world is not sanitized
nor is love at times
that is the abandonment of passion
Thank You!
thanks Esker
I debated with my mind whether to post, but
I was courious