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Click herewhen I write alone
I visit a friend
I find her sulking, pacing,
waiting her turn
in her dark secluded corner
she shies away
but when I write alone I let her play
she makes visible
what superficial lenses miss
she carries my baggage
all my burdens and shame
through her eyes I’m a slave to expectation
but when I write alone she says “Fuck perfection”
throughout the day, no one can hear her
she never fights inside her cell
a good girl, she sits
silently suppressed
but when I write alone we’re a vessel possessed
set free under lamp light
I let her write,
write, open her veins
sometimes it’s heartfelt, seductive, or lame
but she scribbles and scratches whatever comes out
for several minutes or pages, until nothing remains
and our hearts beat with a sated tone
then I tuck her away for next time, when I write alone
All writers of erotica can relate to these beautiful words. Loved it.
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I liked this a lot! Very well done! I can identify with the feelings in the poem very much. Your words bring the feelings to life. Gave me something to think over. Thank you! Keep writing!