Everything about you is unknowable,
except your
lips,
hips, your
finger tips
that slip
between pressed flesh,
my fettish,
we mesh,
and it blows my mind,
the thought sublime:
how you want me
with you,
by you,
in you,
till death do us part!
Your love is an art!
As the horse pulls the cart,
as the end has a start,
you are my most important part:
You are my heart!
Author notes
Most of my poetry gets set to music, so I always seem to slip into rhyme. Check out my original music at www.nakedadam.net if you want to do me a favor and listen, comment, hopefully enjoy or be moved to thought. We need to think more, don't we?? Aloha, friends!
A contest entry
- . by Aurora Ceres.
475 points, ended April 5, 2008, 18 entries
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Comments
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I'm a lover of rhyme myself, and thought this a very clever example of it. Good luck in the contest.
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I think the best part of this poem is the end.
it looks like a good poem, though. I like poems that rhyme, and you used a lot of rhymed words. Great job? 
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Sickeningly Sweet
Don't let your significant other see this, they'll leave you in a jiffy!
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