Shall I Compare Thee, , , NO!!
Your eroticaso succinct
reaching apex
fingers clawing
voice screeching
in its brevity
like a sledge
slamming needle
through cotton candy.
Mine,
of epic proportions
overwhelming details
time for you to do your nails
as I fumble
and tumble my way
ocean liner
on your pond of needs
finally
enter
deep
with you
asleep.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-04-08 at 01:25
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