by Unknown
Mar 2014 328 Views 13 comments
Ex-lover
Thoughts of once a
lover now lonely:
its burning my soulish rein
and dimple grins blessing my cheek
in life a surge living
a heart loving
dart thrusting
tongue swipy and palms caressing,
grabbing none but the wind
kissing nought but dreams
tumescent dart ticking away
and erotic fingers clutching but inky feather
lover now lonely:
its burning my soulish rein
and dimple grins blessing my cheek
in life a surge living
a heart loving
dart thrusting
tongue swipy and palms caressing,
grabbing none but the wind
kissing nought but dreams
tumescent dart ticking away
and erotic fingers clutching but inky feather
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Mar 2014
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Comments (13)
He just have got a consolation; a fountain pen(inky feathers) with which to write out his feelings turned frustration. Pls comment and let's talk about loneliness
Welcome to "Poets Corner"...there are a lot of
lonely people here, me included, but we keep each
other company, with love, like family!
Welcome to our family.
Very poignant write, my friend...well done.
Robert
I just got here and reading poems here tells me love is lost in the world.
Wish we find it onces again.
Thanks
love is in the world!!!
...you just have to open your heart to it!
Robert
my loneliness is also a mystery
never really had a relationship
never know if a girl love me
well soon you would have
your bright days
and a comrade in Singapore
for two makes a company
until we find some more
and catch the gem of our hearts
ill come for your wedding
you can come for mine
loves blacks. . . especially those very liberal and highly educated
if not we go have some drinks
and catch ourselves a whale ( pun intended)
The seasons of Myra
Strode on too nearer
Ladybirds flutter
Chirpy lords flutes tha
Sunshine kindles, moonlight shimmers
Announcing hope nay dole
My time as lover
Sweet season of myra
Thanks pretty Ahyra
thanks for sharing, and welcome to
to our little corner of the world