Open Poetry #46 |
Oh More . . . |
jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Oh More Sweat be not upon my brow for it’s my heart that labors, and how constantly it pounds and pounds but never hears love sounds though beneath my hands you lie, sharing with me, sliding thigh to thigh, the whispers from your lips a relentless score, oh more, oh more…oh, more. © wesley james beard, jr. 2010 my muse is drugged....forgive her/him... |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
You are quite a romantic Jimmy, An enjoyable post my friend. take care. Lindsay |
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Earl Brinkman Senior Member
since 2010-03-03
Posts 1183Osaka, Japan |
Wow! I liked how this could remain all one sentence without giving up its rhythm. You are a master wordsmith. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Wow! |
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