My lover awaits he insists I comply,
He resists not his passion but more than I.
I am easily melded by tempering flame,
He firmly withstands against the willful grain.
I fit perfectly formed into my lovers embrace
Forever protected within his encase.
Without my lover I am bare and exposed,
When together we are we are together reposed.
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Author:
Leah Sharp (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about two objects, lets see if you can figure out what they are...hint...not about lovers.
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I am going with a wild guess here! Was taught a long time ago to think outside of the box. So here we go:
A banana and a banana peel! Ever looked at a banana without peel? Looks awfully bare and exposed!!!
Bahaaaahaa a banana peel great guess!
Hmmm a box of matches?
Its a sword and its sheathe
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