Like liquid being poured
I yield to you.
Flowing, fully featured
down your avenue.
My senses heightened so...
they're tied tight.
I am yours, now, my love
no more fight.
Why did it take so long?
you question;
it was only because of
life's congestion.
Author notes
I chose the word 'compliance' for a prompt.
A contest entry
- Quickie PIF by carole21.
850 points, ended July 16, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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a good poem, love has its own pace i think, it sometimes speeds and other times takes the long road home.
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That long road home is where one gets the 'scenic' route, I think lol
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nicely penned for the prompt . . thanks for the contest entry . .
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