- Erotic Poetry
- spring thing
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in the south every spring
the past few years
i grew accustomed to
the week long bloom
of Bartlett pear trees
for those days, i'd smell
semen in the air, thick as
a real fuck
and then forget
until next spring
the trees bloom here, as well
catching it inside my nose tonight
when i ventured out
filling the city with the
smell of cum, and waking
it up, whether concious or not.
more than the usual, i'm driven to fuck.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 17 years agobecause its got that quirky 4degrees signature.
I could steal these lines, they are that good:
"i grew accustomed to
the week long bloom
of Bartlett pear trees
for those days, i'd smell
semen in the air,"
We have pink, yellow and white trees flowering--I can't say if they have a scent since they make my allergies flare-up.
WickedEveabout 17 years agoWow, 4degrees. This is extremely hot. Of course, it's well written, too.
Anonymousabout 17 years agoI liked the contrast between the past and present. Nicely done. Some good imagery, too. Would drop the last line.
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