I close the door face flushed lips swollen body heated, tensed craving stripping with haste brush of fingers over-sensitized flesh grasping the cool steel the icy shower tumbling down washing away the caresses with numb fingers still tasting the kisses but erasing your scent calming an unsated body doing naught for the unsated mind
There seems to be an underlying theme in all of your poetry Danielle. One that has affected and wounded you in despairing ways. I feel compassion when I read and can only shake my head, in appreciation for you having the courage to write and share, and, in anger for the utterly base nature some have towards others.
Cool write Danielle. If not on the bar stool of despair and disapointment there is always the numbing effect of a cold shower. Relationships of all sorts keeps the water running.
Wow.....Danielle this is so graphic I had to close my eyes, well no I confess you caught me taking a peek, lol, honestly though this poem is so real it seems like it is reality witnessed.
::gulp:: er...I have to go take a shower. Good work, D, good work. "Doing naught for the unsated mind"...isn't that what cathartic poetry is for? or is it?
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Hanley
Hot one !
Gary
Eileen
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Wow. Wow! Between you and Jerry, I really need a cold shower. Hot, hot, hot! Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Felix
Damnn you look good...lol