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the fork on the spoon
sometimes i imagine the way
his touch
would feel upon my skin,
his breath
would feel upon my neck,
his tongue
against my teeth-
then i bite my own
as i stare him down from the left side of the bed.
I cross my legs...
i must always remember
to not run too far
with my imagination.
his touch
would feel upon my skin,
his breath
would feel upon my neck,
his tongue
against my teeth-
then i bite my own
as i stare him down from the left side of the bed.
I cross my legs...
i must always remember
to not run too far
with my imagination.
Published 5th May 2011
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5th May 2011 7:22am
i dont normally go for these poems but the title did intrigue me.
i am glad i read it,it was refined, classy and i thought the end was funny.
i am glad i read it,it was refined, classy and i thought the end was funny.
6th May 2011 6:13pm
thanks. = )
I dont normally write about this kind of stuff, but i think sexuality is a very interesting topic, so i gave it ago...
i just dont enjoy how vulgar some people get. it detracts from the sensuality of the sentiment in my opinion.
I dont normally write about this kind of stuff, but i think sexuality is a very interesting topic, so i gave it ago...
i just dont enjoy how vulgar some people get. it detracts from the sensuality of the sentiment in my opinion.
