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Click hereDefine (for me) Life
when I don't know what it is
Unburdened
by what I don't understand
you give
what I want
Essence of woman
of what I crave
of what I need
finger tips
mouth
heart and soul
magnificent skin on skin
how can this not be more?
how can this not be forever?
And Always,
my heart beats
for
only you
Your first line got me by the neck and wouldnt let me go. I adore this poem J, i must have read it 5 or 6 times at least. PLEASE keep writting, like C, i am enjoying that you've been inspired to write, so whoever's doing what they're doing to help, KEEP DOING IT! ;)
who you pissed off in Frankfurt, but they don't have any idea about what you've written. I get it. Its brilliant!
There must be more bad poetry around than any other art form and probably because the poem is the easiest form of writing, especially if you really don't know what you're doing. This means you. Here is meter broken on the wheel and rhyme forced until it howls for mercy.
Terrible terrible stuff, femininity.
It easily could have disappeared into sentiment, but your sublety made it heartfelt without being sappy. Well done.