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2003-04-29 He Says *

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Book: Castle View

 

You are a dripping fruit
An apricot
I plunge in
Into a beautiful
receptical
You are a beautiful
holder
for my love
my need
Inviting, inviting
Delicious
Hips against hips
Plum red
Sweet fruit thats perfectly ripe
Fingers loving you
Checking your curves
When our world slows down
I will sculpt you
Hands flowing over you
Hands flowing over clay
Wet cold hands
Meeting warm soft skin
But till then
You are the sweet colored fruit
That drips down my face

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is how he speaks to me, every day, as we sit and talk across the table, on the phone, in the shower, or lying in each other's arms.  His poetry, undocumented, weakens me at the knees and I succumb to our desires.

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©29 April 2003 - 6:59pm — djtj
15 October 2003 - 11:10pm — Ozjan Yeshar (not verified)
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Dear Debbie,

That was an explosive erotic poem. Great work of your to provoke a man to come out with such words of poem that move any females. You would still get the credits of the poem & sweet provocation :). Cheers.