- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Fists of Emotion
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Every 28 days or so
My fists of emotion
...would clench...
To take respective aim at you
Without reason or rhyme
I would abruptly call you out
My lunar response
To your solar daze
Every 28 days or so
My fists of emotion
...would clench...
To take respective aim at you
As emotions spun my head around
Spun it inside turbulent circles
Causing fractious moods to abound
Out of my pms gone mad
Every 28 days or so
My fists of emotion
...would clench...
To take respective aim at you
When I was deep in high tide
Of my lunar crimson pool
Drowning in delicate emotions
That would ebb the flow of my thoughts
Every 28 days or so
My fists of emotion
...would clench...
To take respective aim at you
As I frantically sat
On the other side of sanity
With you staring me straight in the eyes
Trying to understand where I was coming from
Every 28 days or so
My fists of emotion
...would clench...
To take respective aim at you
As you tried to placidly calm me down
With assuasive words of wisdom
That were born out of patience for me
That were born out of love for me
Every 28 days or so
My fists of emotion
...would clench...
To take respective aim at you
Inside our personal Eden
Where love and pleasure resided
Inside chocolate covered kisses
We shared between sheets of passion
Every 28 days or so
My fists of emotion
...would clench...
To take respective aim at you
Without reason or rhyme
I would abruptly call you out
My lunar response
To your solar daze
- by Savannah Skye...
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