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Tender
Your hands fill with warmth,
So warm; it gives off this chill.
A chill so frighten, it hurts,
Like sharp needles under my finger nails.
Your wickedness runs through me.
ITs true how vile we are,
How false are hidden behind mask.
Mask made to protect us,
Your here with a purpose.
An empty prmoise made to fulfilled.
Your hands, they fill with warmth.
So warm, they give off this chill.
This erotic piece offers a great deal of emotion. I truly am enhanced by the wording technique, and view this as a very "intimate probing." Poetry like this, when done well, is successful, and this attempt is, indeed, done extremely impressively. Compassionate ambiguity looms into the picture with "mask made to protect us," with both a superbly fluent and visual metaphorical effect. As a truly romantic poet myself, (and most likely a somewhat erotic one), I can really come to appreciate a working such as this.
new_wave_franky
August 1, 2009.
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Lol, oh goodness. It was implied toward abuse dear, nothing erotic about that.