|
|
This things will I remember: Sensations of love. The sweetness of your perfume. The taste of your skin, warm and comforting, as you wrapped your arms around me. The depth of your eyes, and the smooth swell of your breast beneath the cool silk that brushed against me as we slept. The musk of your sex upon my lips, your moans, rising from a lilting whisper to a crescendo of ecstacy that echoed in the night. The strength of your muscles, your thighs clenched tight around my waist as I thrust into you. I close my eyes and I remember, and stroke your cold skin as you decay beside me... In the morning, I will bury you out in the field, beyond the elm tree, and find another to love.
4 responses total.
Joe, feel free to take this for HATE, if you like it. Just let me know you used it, if you do.
Poignant, very poignant, as many of your poems are. But I also thought this was especially so and noteworthy.
taken :) Very very cool!
thanks, guys =}
Response not possible - You must register and login before posting.
|
|
- Backtalk version 1.3.30 - Copyright 1996-2006, Jan Wolter and Steve Weiss