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POUNDING LINGERS
Just as the ocean’s
mighty distant roar
is heard for miles
inland from the shore,
the beating of drums
from the mountain tops
is carried on the breeze
until it stops
In the space where
its’ pounding lingers,
repeats itself upon
moving fingers
of one who’s waiting
enclosed by four walls,
being each wave as
it rises and falls.
Morganpoet
mighty distant roar
is heard for miles
inland from the shore,
the beating of drums
from the mountain tops
is carried on the breeze
until it stops
In the space where
its’ pounding lingers,
repeats itself upon
moving fingers
of one who’s waiting
enclosed by four walls,
being each wave as
it rises and falls.
Morganpoet
Published 29th Jan 2023
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29th Jan 2023 10:33am
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30th Jan 2023 1:43am
I like your poem...
I enjoy how my particularly hoe-ish imagination translates this to sex and orgasm...organize....
" the beating if drums
From the mountain tops....
In the space where
its’ pounding lingers,
repeats itself upon
moving fingers...
Thank you for sharing, I'm delighted!
I enjoy how my particularly hoe-ish imagination translates this to sex and orgasm...organize....
" the beating if drums
From the mountain tops....
In the space where
its’ pounding lingers,
repeats itself upon
moving fingers...
Thank you for sharing, I'm delighted!
