It feels like you're throwing pebbles of glass at me When you rejected me.
You call it the protection,
But I call it the rejection
Of what you truly want,
And what we truly want,
And what our tingles truly want.
Our tangled want to meet,
But you rejected for the protection—
That makes you long
For the flipping days of the calendar,
Till the protection turned into
Tingly, slippery slides.
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A poetic write of fantasy denied it is sensual and a tease that is not taken. Well written
Thanks so much for reading closely! You described the mood perfectly. I love playing with the line between safety and desire. Did any specific line stand out the most to you?
You are most welcome
Thanks so much fellow poet
Good write , sensuality tingles throughout
Thank you so much for reading it.What did you feel well reading my poem?
A sense of inevitability that the two will meet upon a slippery slide
aww that such a good way to feel well reading it
most welcome, good read
aww thanks so muchh
Could be a slippery slope.
What you mean by that?
It was a play on words, like rooted in seduction.
ahh I see I agree 💋
Nicely done Angel
Brilliant last line
Thanks so much sir
Tingly, slippery slides, should be the byword for a nicer rejaction.
Well, that is, once the tangling begins of course.
Cos after all, rejection might just be a swinging door.
I agree. why I usually dance alone
Ouch, GothAngel! This captures that painful collision between desire and restraint, where waiting becomes its own exquisite torment. Emotionally charged work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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