Fatal Weakness...

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~ Fatal Weakness ~

You are the alter
apon which I worship
Your the desire
apon which I feed
Waiting to taste
the tongue of your lash's
The woman I long for
so deep in my dream's
Nothing to offer
except for my nakedness
Bitterly ravished
and down on my knee's
Anticipation my one fatal weakness
you are the one
To whom I must concede

Michael H. Bodor 1/11
Copyright © 2011

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IMspideyIMspideyalmost 13 years agoAuthor

Thanks much for the tip, I recently bought an e-reader and the classics (Dracula, The Three Musketeers etc.) came free with it, the problem is the more I read them the worse my spelling and grammer become...

WillowedCabinWillowedCabinalmost 13 years ago
Every single apostrophe in this

is wrong. Also, 'apon' is a very strange choice, considering in daily modern use we say 'upon'. I'm guessing you aren't talking about kingdoms far, far away or fairies... so you should have used 'upon'. There is probably more in here that I'm too tired to notice.