You have that
wide pen trippy sound
clicking over the keys
the vision of her
smooth cream-colored skin
pressed against your thighs
filters in unchecked
Time winds down
reminds you of when
she whispered soft spirals
in your hungry ear
and those words
released the tension
caught in your bones
and your muscles flexed
long and lean
But now
here and now
you are blinded
by those velvet memories
Try as you may
the vision of her
is your Siren
condemning you
to looking back
into that smoky mirror
Lord have mercy
















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the vision of her
is your Siren
condemning you
to looking back
into that smoky mirror"
As much in pleasure as in pain. Deftly painted my friend.
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Thanks, Bernard.
Thanks, friend.
Thanks, Bob.
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The rest I get and love as well as the image with the poem.
Thank you for stopping by!
Brilliant, Michelle.
xxxxxx