A BLISSFUL KISS AMONG THE MISSED ON CHEEKS OF WEEKS DESIRE.. A PLAYFULL PONDER WANDERS PISSED. A FLAME THAT NAMES THE FIRE... THIS SINFUL ONE BEGINS AS NONE. BUT A DEVILS DEED IN NEED BE DONE. ITS ART IS TO PART THE HEARTS ITS WON. COMPLETEING THE HEAT OF A CHEATS BEGUN....IT TASTES THE LOVE AND FORGETS TO SWALLOW. TO WASTE ABOVE REGRETS ARE HOLLOW.. THERE ARE HAUNTED HATEFUL HEADS TO FOLLOW. ..THE WICKED WALK SO LOW......
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Author:
Terry dailey (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This POEM is SHAKEN not STIRRED...
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WOW! I love the feeling! SO beautiful! Hope to see more like this!
Thanks silent. I have written many such as this and my poem subtraction and apreciate your comments. Thank you
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