in a ritual of matrimony…
my tongue’s a shovel, to busy for words
digging deep into puddles of an unholy hole
and while we do push-ups, eye to eye
my wayward palms, punish your nipples
they harden, you sigh~
no more time, for Sunny blue skies
or wind in your hair
I must seed you now,
before- that dustbowl arrives
Author notes
Fornication-
10 line limit
A contest entry
- Semi-Quickie.... by Angelflower.
700 points, ended January 6, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Lol. well thats interesting..
you did a wonderful job with the prompt. unique and intriguing! thank you very much for sharing! best of luck in the contest!
Angel
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thank you
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Kinda takes the fun out of it though... lol.
tick tock. Excellent quickie. literally.
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ummm...ya think? lol
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interesting piece
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