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Your War
My fingers trace the almost-forgotten
path you forged across my lips
Softly, softly
A war long-since waged but forever won
No sense in outcry, no use in defiance
Softly, softly
The spot on my neck that's always warm
Heated from your passionate friction
path you forged across my lips
Softly, softly
A war long-since waged but forever won
No sense in outcry, no use in defiance
Softly, softly
The spot on my neck that's always warm
Heated from your passionate friction
Published 7th Mar 2013
| Edited 15th Mar 2013
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7th Mar 2013 10:12pm
Favourite lines (I must be both a breast and leg man):
Soft white peaks dotted lightly pink.
Wrestling, tossing legs that never seem to end
Soft white peaks dotted lightly pink.
Wrestling, tossing legs that never seem to end
8th Mar 2013 00:46am
Anonymous
3rd May 2013 7:17am
A very sensual poem, it could be labelled "erotic", and maybe add some class to that genre on here. I like the image of your narrator identifying and tracing where the kisses were lain. L4 is especially good, creating a smart and evocative metaphor. Thank you for the read.
3rd May 2013 4:09pm
Thank you for the remarkably kind praise. I took your advice and moved it. Thank you. =)
3rd May 2013 11:12pm
