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A Terrible Longing

Contributed by invierno on Friday, 4th April 2014 @ 06:38:55 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



Tears pooled from a reservoir
Unknown till now, for her, revealed
(to her) at last.
“Please don't despise me”, she said
with head held hound dog low and
eyes of downward cast-
lilting cursory repast
in curious (not conniving)
appraisal of her remark; for her , a task.
“I know what I know- I feel what I feel”,
her hand creeping down my chest
to regions reserved- my wife's domain,
not real estate of open market-
claimed.
My hand found hers;
dissuading reproach, member growing
without my consent-
truly a mind on its on frequency-
with compassion, (flavored of a tad regret),
I bid her cover perfect breasts;
release me to my vows-
honor demands and decency bid
she stow her tears and be on her way;
lust and loss are poor companions,
I explained in soothing tones
as the door shut softly on her exquisite derrière.




Copyright © invierno ... [ 2014-04-04 18:38:55]
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Re: A Terrible Longing (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Monday, 28th April 2014 @ 04:09:43 PM AEST
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Me sad no comments. I like this poem. Read it again.


Re: A Terrible Longing (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Wednesday, 14th May 2014 @ 04:45:23 PM AEST
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this is impressive, done honorably as the
door shut softly on her exquisite derrière.
lol!
that is priceless right there, written so as one
must read to the last line,

hugs n' love nessa




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