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deviant.
It was hot.
That's how most poems start.
Summer and heat,
love at first sight,
politely courted.
no.
It was cold,
freezing actually,
but we fucked anyway,
naked.
we fucked harder for warmth
all night
nothing pretty or magical.
nothing I couldn't handle
That's how most poems start.
Summer and heat,
love at first sight,
politely courted.
no.
It was cold,
freezing actually,
but we fucked anyway,
naked.
we fucked harder for warmth
all night
nothing pretty or magical.
nothing I couldn't handle
Published 19th Feb 2014
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21st Feb 2014 10:32pm
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30th May 2014 8:52am
I read this poem awhile back, and it's stuck in my head, filling my thoughts in spare moments "It was cold, freezing actually" What so appealing about it? I ask myself, and come to the conclusion; it's the unexpectedness, the brutally honest, how it is sex without love, but there is some desire still there, how the 'characters' in this poem need, but they don't need each other. It defies sex as I always believed it to be. I can guarantee I will continue to think of this poem, work over its words every time I read it, and every time it's in my head again.
Such a wonderful intriguing write.
Such a wonderful intriguing write.
