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while thinking of a man's cock falling
half way to heaven
pointing bashful
uninvited liberation, soon ingested
saliva floated smiling face with solitary commitment to moment.

shovels would not do as good
nor front tines in this dirt
so rich in life and heat and enzymes
marked for the reliable clay steady moment
uncalled for, unexpected, delicious;

-strangers tanging it up-

never ever meeting again

till same excursion to shop, lounge, public restroom hardly SOUNDPROOF!
Inner-sate circle looping perfect roundness
switch between tight cars, sunroof and walking tours
behind rocks
called for muffled cries injected into bare arm
self hickey breath around,
salty self toothy feast,
relish in the marks

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LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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Okay Peter, not one of your strongest

At least so it seems to me;

Feels more like stream of consciousness

With myriad random thoughts

Bumping up against each other.

annaswirlsannaswirlsabout 20 years ago
uninvited liberation

button says we need another category of poetry on literotica.com

"called for muffled cries injected into bare arm

self hickey breath around"

god I love this line.

Sveltwalker, you are a naughty girl, I think there is a club...

YDDYDDabout 20 years ago
button says. . .

Full of sound and image,

furiously signifying. . . ?

This poem contains some wonderful writing,

but seems sectioned and with the weakness

of no strong inner thread to tie it together

in a more obvious unity of work.

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