It's the sound
that is made
by maidens
without shame.
It's the color red
which flows without grace -
the sound of the dead
who flee in due haste.
Can you guess yet?
What mote it be?
Tell you one thing
she could not see:
As the mates battle loud
and her songs grow to crowd,
a feral heat doth shroud
its counterpart cold witch.
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i used to write like this a lot. you did a good job. better than most of mine. i love the title. very erotic yet subtle.
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Thank you.
*bows down to the queen*
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Very interesting. This is very thought provoking and it could be many many different things. I am not sure what it is.. considering I was thinking it one thing and now I"m not so sure.. considering the ending of this poem. Great work. kahy
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I suppose. It felt rather convoluted, the wording.
The poem feels more like an incantation with the intent of damning someone. You see, my friend just cheated on her boyfriend with another man. It was I who had to break the news to her boyfriend since I am also his friend. What she did was monstrous, callous, and downright cruel. What's worse than her actions, though, are the men who throw themselves at her feet, pretending as though she is some goddess to be fought over. If there is anything I can guarantee, it is that a true goddess would not cheat on her lover.
If it were me who had been cheated on and dangled by a string, I would've shred her heart into oblivion and told her I faked every orgasm. But I am gay, so I must deal with men who act like women (including myself). At this point, I am at a loss for words. -
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Honey I understand more than you think. I was cheated on, dangled on for months that we were going to be mroe than what we were. Then we get together have a wonderful time, he can't handle it and it turns out he wants only us to be friends.. come to find out he's been sleeping wth more than one person and I'm pregnant with his baby.
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Ouch. I feel for you, Kahy, I really do. That just sucks.
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