like a sphinx render rose-colored winds!
with hips in rosemary, linked in sheets ...
for rough touches feel wrapping
in gestures, moans to sigh for us!
in bed got up early hill,
have skin whipped for velcro ...
punched flame invade me hauled,
my soul fades in time!
hearing words in sound moonlight,
in humidity of saliva white,
feel chaste, even being impure!
if will be a pilgrim aesthete,
want to be in arms of love,
times howls emerge without pain!
A contest entry
- Have it in you? by Hectic Michelle.
600 points, ended December 9, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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very nice! good luck!
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