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A love gone unfinished
I wanted no flesh untouched, un-kissed.
A longing, a hunger
That's still there,
In the pit of me.
To bloom around you
Instead it rots and turns sour
Once sweet, now bitter.
But your light brightens my every dark corner
Your touch eases the pain into pleasure
it soothes me and feeds my hunger
It gets hard to hold back and resist
So I let my guard down and all my defenses.
You rock me still and steady
While your tongue and kisses
search and conquer.
I let you toy with my senses
It stops me from feeling withered
| I be alittle more basic, I like this poem. |
I makes me wanna go out and get lucky!
With this poem on my mind, I think I could get luck almost every time. To feed the passionate hunger & drive in other words the feel satisfied.
This is a great poem.
The Poor Man's Poet.
|| Posted on 2006-09-16 00:00:00 | by Bobby K | [ Reply to This ] || Very passionate, very expressive and brilliant. I like the fire in this poem, it blends perfectly into the theme. This is excellent. I rarely ever have the chance to read something like this here.||| Posted on 2006-09-16 00:00:00 | by Porcelaine | [ Reply to This ] |