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A Poem by ron
PTSD.
Some days I just want to crawl in a hole and hide from everything and everyone,
Other days I jump at the slightest sound or movement.
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A Poem by ron
The way you look at me.
Your moans let me know what you want and need.
Your whispers tell me your deepest desires.
But it's the way you look a..
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A Poem by ron
In the moonlight.
Naked bodies painted with the soft glow of the moonlight.
No words need to be said, our kisses making trails upon each other..
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A Poem by ron
Stepping stone.
Just a stepping stone in someone's life.
Their needs fulfilled, desires explored.
They stayed a short time in my life,
per..
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A Poem by ron
Held tight.
Wrist held behind the back, as a commanding voice whispers...
"Tell me who you belong to?"
His body pressed against your back, as ..
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A Poem by ron
Afraid.
My heart beats softly,
afraid for it to say hello.
Afraid if I breathed,
you would turn away laughing,
or worse...pretending you ..
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A Poem by ron
A poet I am not by any measure of the word.
But this I know in my heart...that if the inkwell ran dry, and the nib oh my quill were worn beyond use....
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A Poem by ron
Passion held with a bite.
Soft kisses upon your skin turns to passion held and marked by bites lovingly given.
Would you beg for more with your si..
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A Poem by ron
Rope, collar, and riding crop.
On your knees, wrists tied behind your back.
Collar buckled around your neck, leash pulled tight.
I bend you for..
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A Poem by ron
Freedom
It is a concept that may be foreign to some people
and Nations.
But to America it was, is, and always will be the hallmark
of we a..
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