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Tracing Silhouettes
Of what . . .
does this heart know?
the beats breathless
they break down
as you go
is it the heat,
the hot desert sun
or these dangerous thoughts
. . . of you
slipping out of that form fitting dress?
I long to unclothe you
and bite on your lips
inhale you, imbibe you
my hands
tracing on those hips
does this heart know?
the beats breathless
they break down
as you go
is it the heat,
the hot desert sun
or these dangerous thoughts
. . . of you
slipping out of that form fitting dress?
I long to unclothe you
and bite on your lips
inhale you, imbibe you
my hands
tracing on those hips
Published 12th Jun 2019
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12th Jun 2019 11:59pm
13th Jun 2019 2:02am
13th Jun 2019 3:07am
Hopefully what happens in Vegas won't stay in Vegas in terms of poetry!
Wishing you all the best experiences!
Wishing you all the best experiences!
13th Jun 2019 2:00pm
13th Jun 2019 4:14am
13th Jun 2019 2:01pm
Anonymous
- Edited 9th Apr 2022 5:45am
13th Jun 2019 4:53am
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13th Jun 2019 2:01pm
Anonymous
14th Jun 2019 2:04am
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14th Jun 2019 2:08am
Anonymous
14th Jun 2019 1:34pm
You always take us somewhere outside ourselves when you write. This is a fluttery, steamy sorta poem right here!
14th Jun 2019 1:36pm
