MY MOUTH WATERS
MY WIND BLOWS
MY SKY SCRAPES
WHAT MY MIND FLOWS
MY HAND WRITES
MY BODY WORKS
MY PEN COLORS
WHAT DRAWINGS COAX
MY HEAD SPINS
MY HIPS SHOW
MY LEGS REACH
WHAT MY FEET SEW
MY EYES SHINE
MY HEART SIGHS
MY FINGERS TRY
WHAT'S IN MY THIGHS
MY HAIR IS PULLED
MY LIPS SWIRL
MY TONGUE TRAVELS
AS MY ARMS THRILL
WHILE WE DRILL... DRILL...
by Laila Chris
Wasn't someone asking you about things of a sensual nature in the one hundred questions?
ReplyDeleteNow this, this poem is sensual.
Every word, every single word perfect as always.
xxx, Lo
Nice...! simple and sensuous...
ReplyDeleteFineartist:
ReplyDeleteYeah, Lori! Bernardo had asked me why I left out SEX on the other entry. So, there it is. Thanks for having enjoyed it.
Phoenix:
I always write simple poetry.
Nice, simple and sensuous = LOVED IT!
So you like your hair pulled too, huh?
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Great poem, Laila!
Yeah, Sass!
ReplyDeleteGreat recovery from LC101! hehe Sexy but not vulgar... Good stuff! Mas como é possível que vc não goste de Los Hermanos?! Já parou pra escutar de verdade???
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Bernardo:
ReplyDeleteThanxxx!!! ;-D
I really don't wanna waste my time with LOOOOOS HERRRRMANOS!!! Please, don't make me listen to that!!! I beeeeg ya!!!
Love