a short compilation in verse
i like baths
in wintertime
and the taut
exhale
of my breasts
between your
teeth
***
but darling, my
legs are tired
and my
mouth
needs
loving
***
look, my darling, a
nightgown of silk
the door is ajar
and someone’s
consumed
the bed
a heart races
in the aftermath
of the kissing
a single thread
is torn, a tangle
is fastened in the
down between
fingers,
you blind
fumble
for the
marrying
place
the sweat
on my brow
is rising
thrust of
a chin
breasts are
stones
my knees
knock the
floor
yes
The Used Life 
I love your bits & pieces.
They go together so well
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Thank you very much 🙂
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Adjectives fail me.😉
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I’ll take that as a compliment. 😉
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Masterpiece. Loved that line about the marrying place.
Please stay inspired.
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Thank you very much!
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Sorry, to not let you go so easily, but I love the way you did this so tastefully. This is one of my favorites from you.
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It’s ok. 😉 I appreciate the kind words. As a writer, I’m sure you can appreciate that crafting pieces like this tastefully is a challenge. And one that I very much enjoy. In a way, I feel it pushes me to create new images/feelings/associations. Thanks again…
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Exactly my thoughts. You are welcome.
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Ton poésie c’est une lumière qui ne s’éteint jamais. 🙂
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That’s very kind of you to say. Thank you.
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