Submissions by ProletariatPoet

Winds whoosh, whirl, whistle, wail and want
words to vocalize verbose vulgarities
at gentle tantalizing textiles
teasingly touching
guarded flowers, faint and semi-fortuitously
flaunted for once in daring defiance of concealed dressing dogmatisms.
Winds, Victorious, Travel Forth and Damn
sweet, sensual scents to sensational reception.
Petal pleasure perceived; wind wringing nectar to and fro
As callously from class, I come:
Commando.