sex and the single side
you know the yearn... the tug... the pull
you know the meaning of the leg crossed in your direction
you know the intention of the held breath, the fierce glance
you know what I want... you know what I need... so...
why place the distance?
why the cool arrogance of wait and see?
why the generation of frustration and part, time part place?
you think I don't know the meaning of your smell...
you think I don't know the keening of your hunt-face ...
you think I don't know the feeling in your hot space, jizzy laced, up and down and all around scat!
just give it up... send me your shivery scent... wash me in your heat-want-fill-hurricane rain
you think it will make a difference if I don't see the naked, the want?
why?
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Ronald J. Edwards
Trinity Ink
http://trinityinkexperiencestrengthandhope.blogspot.co
my gypsy-switched,
your poem is like when the wolf bane does scent the breeze and fills both my nostrils making tiny dancers in my head spin and dance the dance of young girls lust after being given a daffodil from the little boy that lives down the lane.
i enjoyed it very much :)
sex and the single side
"heat-want-fill-hurricane rain"
My gosh, that's a great way to infuse a noun with vitality.
Very confronting, this work. Very open and confronting.
Mark Pearce
www.marzguy.deviantart.com