ING
by Keshia Kola
Friday, May 04, 2007
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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Sit back.
It's time for the light-ing of the candles.
Warm tones, red, black cherry.
Flicker-ing from my frame.
You watch-ing, blush-ing, anticipat-ing.
May I have this dance?
Caress-ing, Bump-ing
Grind-ing, Kiss-ing me.
Take my hand, gracefully I take a bow.
The music stops.
My glass now empty.
Want-ing,
Explore-ing,
Wait-ing,
Breath-ing heavily. You smell good.
My neck
Your lips
My nape
Your tonque
My
Your
Feel-ing, taste-ing, grab-ing,
Sex-ing, Fuck-ing, Halleluh-ying,
Ice-ing...wooh!
Lov-ing
You
ING
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| Reviewed by E. Richardson |
5/14/2007 |
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| and interesting and creative write...has a blues rhythm to it. I like its direct, unabashed honesty. |
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| Reviewed by Art Sun |
5/6/2007 |
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The ing of love...very nice expressions of this thought throuh poetry..... nice...
enjoyed.....Art Sun... |
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| Reviewed by Jim Moore (Reader) |
5/4/2007 |
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They're two different poems, Andy. Only the title is the same. You crack me up.
Jim
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| Reviewed by H Cruz |
5/4/2007 |
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| sing-ing, Oh what a night! |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) |
5/4/2007 |
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Nice one, maybe our ING'S can meet, and have Feel-ing, taste-ing, grab-ing,
Sex-ing, Fuck-ing, Halleluh-ying,
Ice-ing...wooh! ole fling.... |
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