I fondly think of her
and how she makes desire stir
with one strategic stab
existence seems a bit less drab
she gets beneath my skin
transforming grimace into grin
and grinds between my bones
eliciting exquisite moans
with sharp intensity
she radiates through all of me
the fierce imperative
to grasp each day and truly live!
Are You Reading Me?
13 comments:
An interesting poem! Great post!
-Weasel =)
Interesting poem, great read!
I like the rhyme. the use of desire and stab, grimace and grin works well. Nice work!
~Brenda
Love can seem to be an infliction sometimes can't it? This is a wonderful poem for the prompt.
:-)
Robert,
I really like your words. Very evocative and full of emotion.
Some pain involved....
Eileen
I love the immediacy of this poem...the desire to really live each day, not just put in time!
I also very much enjoy the very witty comments you leave on my page..they make me smile...:)
a very interesting post... not bad! thanks for sharing
Proof that love IS sometimes painful!
I agree with Mary. Love can be so painful sometimes. We hurt, hurt, hurt. Well written!
this spoke to me. well done!
Hello Bob,
"she gets beneath my skin"
Nice!
And the best part is that so many people left comments on this one!
Good, great, fantastic :)
Regards,
Dimps
Hey everybody, sorry I was not feeling too well and have been using what time I've had to read your great submissions.
Hmmm, interesting seems to be a common theme among comments, but what if I were to tell you that the speaker in the poem was talking about Pain itself?
I love how visual you made it! Desire, stab, infliction...it remind me of love n' hate. The torn, twist of emotions we feel~ Really well done~
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