Open Poetry #35 |
binky beach repose |
Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
my hands were cold upon the pale of her breasts as she bid me lay to warm between then laughed at me with wind sound giggle as my pockets gathered sand and my buckle made scars on her belly's complection but she craved my boots how the toes dug in when I was over her and she was under and the sun was behind looking down speaking jealous heatred and the tides beside said I should be theirs instead of hers they watered dark stones to make me unkept promises _______________ dark |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
you rock (I thought it should be read as an addendum, but true, nevertheless) |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
and the tides beside said I should be theirs instead of hers they watered dark stones to make me unkept promises heavy music those tides do play...at times and yet...today awaits...awaits.... Good Morning |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Mmmmmmm - sand songs most sensual, D - you breathe life into the seaside - especially when you wear those boots! Morning - Susan If I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
enjoyed this My spirit will rise |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
you ooze warm mud as i bathe within your valley |
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