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Poetry competition CLOSED 16th October 2017 9:05pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
wallyroo92
and OxyMoronicMe
ROMANTIC SEX MANIAC
White Stains
.
Quiet-speak in the room about the day,
not thinking ahead or of any of their names,
drifting on the bed of our spunk of white stains,
coveted for the lovers' truth between us.
An hour spent wiling away your disdain when
we're between our bouts of blissful claims
upon the bed of our spunk of white stains,
coveted for the body imprints from our weight.
It is I who turns to reach out, not for you
but to smoothly stroke the mattress of our
spunk of white stains, coveted for its evidence
as your head rolls to one side to meet my gaze.
The afternoon passes overhead and through
the flat with its shadows stretched between us
and this bed of white stains, coveted
for the discoveries stored within.
Bodies shift while night changes course,
keeping time bound in chains to this bed
with the spunk of white stains,
coveted for how we loved, that we loved.
.
Quiet-speak in the room about the day,
not thinking ahead or of any of their names,
drifting on the bed of our spunk of white stains,
coveted for the lovers' truth between us.
An hour spent wiling away your disdain when
we're between our bouts of blissful claims
upon the bed of our spunk of white stains,
coveted for the body imprints from our weight.
It is I who turns to reach out, not for you
but to smoothly stroke the mattress of our
spunk of white stains, coveted for its evidence
as your head rolls to one side to meet my gaze.
The afternoon passes overhead and through
the flat with its shadows stretched between us
and this bed of white stains, coveted
for the discoveries stored within.
Bodies shift while night changes course,
keeping time bound in chains to this bed
with the spunk of white stains,
coveted for how we loved, that we loved.
.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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