![]() a real natural passionate actA Poem by Philip GaberI went away somewhere in my head and just stayed there until you came along and said, “You must be turning over some well, intriguing and provocative problem in there…what are you grappling with?” I was still. You said, “If there was something you wanted to say, what would it be?” I took a sip of my Riesling and said, “That sense of being out there all alone is a lifetime bond.” You said, “Dreams die hard.” I said, “I’m still in flux…still in flex.” You said, “You can’t walk away from defeat. Just like a cowboy can’t run away from a gunfight.” Every atom in my body was just buzzing. You said, “Everybody has a journey in life. Everybody has a journey every day.” As I worked myself into you, your split ends were wrapped around my tongue. It felt like the ocean was bowing to us, and the waves were obeying my c**k. You motioned toward my neck with your teeth and your breath reddened the skin on my face, but there was no sound between your thighs, other than condensed air and the crackling fire inside this arsonist’s heart. © 2024 Philip Gaber |
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Added on July 24, 2024 Last Updated on July 24, 2024 Author![]() Philip GaberCharlotte, NCAboutI hate writing biographies. I was one of those kids who rode a banana seat bike and watched Saturday morning cartoons and Soul Train. But my mother would never buy any of those sugary cereals for us k.. more..Writing
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