December 2011
135 posts
I want a poet
between my thighs,
wicked tongue wrapped
in verse,
drive and provoke,
serenade
this dancing knot of prose hidden here,
a hungry mound
saturated beneath a soft cocoon of sweltering flesh,
suspended in expectation
inspired to spill forth
steaming compositions
sticky on his epic lips,
grinning.
And he’ll rise then
breathing a new stanza
onto my fragrant neck
...
Poetry is...
truthology:
Poetry is each word reflected by each fatal emotion detected and shed light upon from that heart that sings a troubling song, a melody that only that distressed soul can comprehend, but seldom want to acknowledge, as it begins to collide with each spiritual imbalance. Poetry is…this depiction of what I cannot say, each silent affliction.
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Logically, I shouldn't be mad at you, but I really...
دیگران را ببخش، نه به خاطر اینکه لایق بخششند، به...
Forgive others, not because they deserve forgiveness, but because you deserve peace.
