Oh my love
ineffective is the rationality
fruitless is the core
unserviceable is the,each element of
our substances
precisely ,
when you exert
your sole constituent
when I operate my individual factor
all the filaments of ours
are unworkable after the usage of
our solitary segments
Oh my love...
Author notes
"Remind me of my place. If I cry, give me a reason, show me no mercy. Force me to my knees and use me as you will." --Slave's prayer
A contest entry
- ADULTS ONLY BDSM CONTEST by mozarts funeral.
1150 points, ended March 11, 2009, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I've having some diffiulty understanding this, I'm afraid.
Congrats on your HM
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It is just a simple story, when we love ,our all the other senses are lost except the senses of the love....lol thanks for reading my work...
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omg! i love it the way you made romance was very colorful and beautiful i must agree i am totally blown away good luck in the contest
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I'm not sure I understand this, but the way you write is lovely and loving.
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Sonja said it all.
I wish you luck in the contest my brother
Judy
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Love is the precious fruit... your sighs at the beginning and at the end of your love poetry is like a perfect frame to its philosophy. Wise chosen words made it much more poetically precious.
~Sonja~
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So beautiful and wonderful...and very intellectually stimulating on no sleep! ha ha but i still loved it and it speaks true to my heart. :-)
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