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~Plain Woman
I suffer with my poems,
my right hand aches
as I write, for I am only
a plain woman with wild
thoughts
I make love to paper while
my mind, wants,
that burning touch from a
lover, the shaking breath
in my ear, that alteration
in the beat of my pulse
my right hand aches
as I write, for I am only
a plain woman with wild
thoughts
I make love to paper while
my mind, wants,
that burning touch from a
lover, the shaking breath
in my ear, that alteration
in the beat of my pulse
Published 10th Mar 2016
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15th Mar 2016 4:42pm
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10th Mar 2016 6:34pm
And excellent piece of work. Shows the heart and soul and hard work that goes into a poem and is softly sexy at the same time. Nice
John
John
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Anonymous
15th Mar 2016 3:59pm
Hi TL.....nothing wrong with your poetry......it's always YOU!!! That's what makes it beautiful.....purple smiles & hugs xo :)
15th Mar 2016 4:46pm
