stutterA Poem by ArielMichelineimpending disaster greets me with a smile and a coy brow raised in full collaboration her hands run their fingers from sternum to hip thighs a*s and lips you cause a stutter in my grip nuclear wasteland and mental disconnect when i pull with my teeth on your neck so delicate and inviting revelling and restrained the riot im inciting cannot be contained ive changed roundabout 360 in eleven years time rolls by so quickly and i asked so simply did you miss me? © 2011 ArielMicheline |
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Added on April 4, 2011 Last Updated on April 4, 2011 AuthorArielMichelineGainesville, FLAbout“You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?” ― Rumi more..Writing
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