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Promiscuous Poetess
Forgive me for I have sinned,
yet no remorse does my
conscience concede
A promiscuous whore...
a slut of the pen
A nympho of words
fiending for inspiration to fondle
my thoughts
and manipulate my mind
until a perpetual stream
of proficient verses flow from
the confines of my sanity
They enter me.
I crave words to
enter me fully,
penetrating my orifice with
their erect vernacular shafts,
stroking my intellect
with subtle vigor
until lines...c(o)um(e)
I swallow whole;
acidic jargon wrapped
in pastry filled with
shards of broken
glass, causing me to spit
sweet, bitter, and
cutting rimes
Though gratified,
satisfaction cannot be
attained by a paramour
with such a voracious
appetite for poetic perfection
So, I solicit myself
to tricks of the trade,
words to release me from
a tongue suppressed by
censored verbal freedom
into a realm of
infinite climactic expression
I am a poetess
of promiscuity...
giving myself
again and again to
the art of
spilling integral ink on
beds of pages until
the tip of my wet pen
drips dry...
yet no remorse does my
conscience concede
A promiscuous whore...
a slut of the pen
A nympho of words
fiending for inspiration to fondle
my thoughts
and manipulate my mind
until a perpetual stream
of proficient verses flow from
the confines of my sanity
They enter me.
I crave words to
enter me fully,
penetrating my orifice with
their erect vernacular shafts,
stroking my intellect
with subtle vigor
until lines...c(o)
I swallow whole;
acidic jargon wrapped
in pastry filled with
shards of broken
glass, causing me to spit
sweet, bitter, and
cutting rimes
Though gratified,
satisfaction cannot be
attained by a paramour
with such a voracious
appetite for poetic perfection
So, I solicit myself
to tricks of the trade,
words to release me from
a tongue suppressed by
censored verbal freedom
into a realm of
infinite climactic expression
I am a poetess
of promiscuity...
giving myself
again and again to
the art of
spilling integral ink on
beds of pages until
the tip of my wet pen
drips dry...
Published 25th Jun 2019
Author's Note
self-defining poetic reflection of me
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25th Jun 2019 4:12am
25th Jun 2019 10:22pm
Anonymous
25th Jun 2019 2:20pm
This is one of the most incredibly beautifully written poems I've come across in a long time. Without our ink...until the last drop is gone. This one is an easy keeper for me. Gorgeous
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26th Jul 2019 8:28am
amazing spillage...this vibe captures the craving for
poetry in all its rawness.....
poetry in all its rawness.....
