Did I sneeze achoo..
My guts out on slippery floor..
And went slide skating..
On tempestuous traps..
Weak is my desire..
Fantasy and lust..
Honeys that melt, on my lips..
With such ease
What eyes don’t see..
Oh nice!..
Nose do smell..
Hands do touch,
Feeling contours,
Of heavenly sculpture..
Tempestuous tempting..
Seduction on slippery ropes..
I was only born a man..
My guts out on slippery floor..
And went slide skating..
On tempestuous traps..
Weak is my desire..
Fantasy and lust..
Honeys that melt, on my lips..
With such ease
What eyes don’t see..
Oh nice!..
Nose do smell..
Hands do touch,
Feeling contours,
Of heavenly sculpture..
Tempestuous tempting..
Seduction on slippery ropes..
I was only born a man..
With weakened lust..
creative work..
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welcome in...
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Have fun!
nice juxtaposition of physical and spiritual weakness...its pretty icy here at the moment and I hope I don't fall over when I take the dog out in a minute ;->
ReplyDeleteNice poem about a man's weakness for temptations of the flesh. Cognizant of the fact, yet unapologetic. I like it!
ReplyDeleteAh, the weakened lust is always one to trip us all up. Great work with this piece and thanks for sharing with us!
ReplyDeletethe weakening lust is sometimes the best indulgence i like it
ReplyDeletei was only born a man with..
ReplyDeleteWeakened lust.. nice end to a rhythmic want of love...
Cheers!!!
Touching..people rarely see it..:)
ReplyDeleteahh the weakness of lust..we are all weak :)
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