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your thrusts never quite
brought me
over the edge
but in the quiet time
i fell
hands on skin
heat flushing
through every pore
not knowing when
to quit
i arched for the last time
and we both uttered
release me
screaming out the end
my bones turned to dust
and you blew them away
without a second glance
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Author notes
spur of the moment poem just like the guy
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I arched for the last time
and we both uttered
'Release me!'
screaming out the end.......
Beautiful utterance
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Some folks dont come back from the edge ya know lass....lol..
..my bones turned to dust
and you blew them away
without a second glance...
very cool image.....
one thing...can I read it again...*smile*
Very cool poem,
Liam
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Why thank you Liam. I will have to stop by your page .
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Strong earthy sexual language, you take the erotic and transform it into the contest between man and woman to create something greater, but in the end we come to earth feeling alone. In the corners and shadows of your words I hear the ache and desire for a feeling of completion, a sense of oneness that proves to be so elusive.
Your bare words, skeletal phrasing of all the flurry and furry, catches so well how alone we can be in the heat of a moment that too quickly are filed in memory under almost.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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Thanks Tom I appreciate your comment on this poem
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I was wondering when you'd reward us with another poem. The wait was well worth it, this one is quite spicy, ooh-la-la! Not to mention tasteful and creative, you did a great job with this.
And your author notes made me laugh.
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I've spared the reader some of the details LOL
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a shame.
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I have to keep some of the dirty details to myself.
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*thumbs up*
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