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Untold Tales
There are so many tales one could tell:
They have a strange relationship with truth;
You'd so like to believe in them, but smell
A rat that leaves you wondering: what proof
Is there to show what happened really did
Exist for just a moment? Evanescent
Events can soon be covered up and hid,
No matter the delight shared as your essence,
Flowed to such empassioned and wanton ends;
You drilled my well as only your bit could:
You warmed my wetness fully. Sensual blends
Were melded with my body. It was good
Enough to love; now each of us regales
In secret memories and untold tales...
They have a strange relationship with truth;
You'd so like to believe in them, but smell
A rat that leaves you wondering: what proof
Is there to show what happened really did
Exist for just a moment? Evanescent
Events can soon be covered up and hid,
No matter the delight shared as your essence,
Flowed to such empassioned and wanton ends;
You drilled my well as only your bit could:
You warmed my wetness fully. Sensual blends
Were melded with my body. It was good
Enough to love; now each of us regales
In secret memories and untold tales...
Published 22nd Jan 2022
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22nd Jan 2022 6:15pm
The lusting for that good shagging making the tales of the past a bit foggy. Lust overriding brain. : )
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23rd Jan 2022 7:49am
Sensual read, shows how transitory the most satisfying moments can be in the span of time. Favourite lines:
You drilled my well as only your bit could:
You warmed my wetness fully. Sensual blends
Were melded with my body. It was good
Not surprised if the poem sparked a few well drilling sessions!
You drilled my well as only your bit could:
You warmed my wetness fully. Sensual blends
Were melded with my body. It was good
Not surprised if the poem sparked a few well drilling sessions!
23rd Jan 2022 11:46am
it builds from an exchange with another poet who also appreciates drilling
