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grandiloquent Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 104Midwest America |
Sweet recall and striking insight: stinking shock to make my heart murmur and pound I wake up in reflex to call or f*ck you then shake my head and lay back down Scorn and bless my laughing nonsense, I swear I'll die before I drive Treat me as some spectacular roadshow, imprinted beautifully but never divine {Do I have to push questions?} So: what do you think of when twilight comes in quiet & profound -- as the colors soothing, the sunlight waning, bare you trembling over cooling ground? When do I enfeeble & disturb you? Your memory, your sudden undoing -- as she's coaxing off your socks and shorts, kisses licked upon your chest and thighs? When oral fractures feed your ego; as cryptic replication gets you high? As Heather brings you chocolates, Kelly soothes your adolescent antics, Maryann requites the need of someone longing after you & panting, I stand inside my own self-doubt? Or when simple calm settles tight around you too evident to ever break out? |
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grandiloquent Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 104Midwest America |
... I just hate seeing these sit here with zeros stamped on them like defeat. Comments, ANYone? |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
It may be that some are in such awe of you - but most likely - you are too impatient - Ther's no doubt in my mind you write incredibly well Altho it's not the best line from above I was tickled most by" "I swear I'll die before I drive" Keep writing!!! |
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