Allowing TempestsA Poem by Nipplegrinder
She speaks from shadows and dark spaces
Silently shouts my name, then hides in the wild She stills the storms, then allows tempests to shill the vestiges that should have shined forevermore She shakes a mere man to foundation And leaves lying my heaving heart Bare Undressed Left to wither Called to the siren of the wasteland This beating dying heart Slowly Surely Shall Beat Once more © 2017 Nipplegrinder |
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1 Review Added on April 6, 2017 Last Updated on April 6, 2017 AuthorNipplegrinderSt. Louis , MOAbout50 year old Gentleman. I write a lot about love. And I write about BDSM. I love to write erotic poems. But, I like to think I do it in a tasteful way. I like to read and review the works of the many.. more..Writing
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