It wasn’t his poetry Or his countenance That made me breathe deep It was his way with people It was his kindness Wasn’t his white oxford That made me squirm Following him, reading him I sensed something honest
Honest and hungry, as if he Hadn’t eaten in ages. I Wanted to feed him love And purple grapes
Let him eat off me Let him eat from me Something to satisfy Let him touch me
Wow! What a surprise!
I have not seen this side of you
in poems before. I shall be sure and read more of you!
I liked the poem. A surprise sensual ending.
Becca
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I have not seen this side of you
in poems before. I shall be sure and read more of you!
I liked the poem. A surprise sensual ending.
Becca
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Always Great to read ©Janny...
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