Don't Hold Your Breath SLUT (Explicit)
"Runner-up in the Open Community Poetry Contest for the period July 1-Sept. 30, 2012."--ed.
She will miss the kiss.
It lingers on and she tastes him.
Something that she never experiences
and longs for,
her brief emancipation.
He tosses her like a rag doll,
entwined, she is trembling,
he breaks her in two,
that last kiss, now lips closed tightly,
out th...
N.Dedication
A story for two
Every page written for you
A glimpse into life, beyond the wall
What it is and would be
An experience of darkness and light
A truer life never lived before
A greater love never wanted more
*for my husband
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Your poem was too short, Raven. You left me wantin...
N.Dedication
I really enjoyed the rawness in this poem... thx
In Part.
Same old muses.. Thanks
The Still Before Spring.