Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
Approach me with chastity,
As you put my troubled mind at ease,
Your hands are my secret,
Let me miss and kiss them,
Do you know what sleeping with the stars feels like?
Or why your breathing makes me melt?
An empty park filled with the violins of the wind,
2 steps at a time, keep me tight,
You power the very lights that make me shine,
Your hands massaging my softened cheeks,
Have my lips on your tummy as I kiss the butterflies,
Hands interlaced as sweetness covers the night,
If you pull me in bite my neck too,
Let me know who I belong to.
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Author:
APB (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: May 23rd, 2025 18:39
- Category: Love
- Views: 13
Comments2
Most interesting beginning to this seductive poem of love. Nicely done.
A nicely composed poem of love and passion, enjoyed the read
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