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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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More in the treasure state's southern belle

regret

“explode my valley”,
She said as his finger ran
The crest
Of her breast,
Along the plain
of her
Belly,
And unto her jungle,
Her jewel.
He stopped,
“say it again.”
“ride me like horse lost it’s way.
love me until your sweat clings on my lips.
rage within my thighs and make
them bruise with your lust.
love me longer than a story allows,
and when your body gives way to my
selfish heart, burst.
come into me. blameless for your shame.”
And he pressed into her flesh,
Split her slit raw.
“can you hold on to my heat? writhe
against my body in anger. rise up your passion.
fight me.” He said in his way,
lips pressed
tight
against her hips.
 

Norm milliken on Mar. 5 2010 - #

One fine poem. As delicious as its writer.

Mercieca, Andrew on Mar. 31 2010 - #

Interesting but somewhat obvious. Try for less common images. This kind of piece has been done far too many times to repeat the same images over and over.

Despite that though, it does read well.

Mos

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