Engorged
Beautifully full and inviting
Yet gently throbbing
Evolving into agony.
My body calls to you
My child.
Let me beguile with my charms
As I hold you in my arms.
Relieve the pressure.
Let your mouth allay the pain
As we both gain
From each other.
Mutual sighs of delight
Heard.
And in the air hangs one word…
Suck.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| No title | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| My Sin | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| Engorged | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
| Morning Feed | 1 | 05/26/2009 |
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