but sleep became an intermittent commodity when Ryan and I were first together. If there was a way to keep ourselves awake in that narrow bed we found it.
Remembering that day… It wasn’t all green leaves and chilly water… Some parts of it were terrifying, but some were hot!
…some things endure in our erotic imagination.
This untitled poem was written twenty seven years ago (!!!!!) in the spirit of poet e e cummings; as i navigated the intricacies of what was then unrequited love.
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Original erotic poetry Since I’ve enjoyed reading poems written by fellow bloggers on Sinful Sunday I decided to have another look at some that I wrote quite a long time ago but never published. These […]
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