Born of lust, desire and a sprinkling of frustration: yet another "Trois par Huit" poem!


Wanting More


A quick pet
Is all that we can get
When we are not alone in the house.

Although we try to be as quiet as a mouse
There is always the risk that, pressed against your blouse,

Kissing you in ways that you adore,
We'll finish as before:
Wanting more.




Poetry by TonyD
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Written on 2009-04-01 at 13:06

Tags Frustration  Desire  Lust 

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Caprice
Round as a bouncing ball
we'll be longing for it all
wanting more than
just one call


sorry, just a fraction of the ball...


Wonderful playful poem!
2009-04-05



Indeed you seem to have found *your* poem form!
This one is very sweet, filled with a happy kind of longing...
2009-04-03


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Lovely!
2009-04-01