What made her tick, her time piece exquisite?

What made her tick, her time piece exquisite?

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What made her tick, her time piece exquisite?
She was introduced
as very complex,
layered....
with flavours and textures.
Being high quality,
I always pushed her
envelope hard, stopping
before tearing it.
That was just how
the love was....
raw, urgent.
She left no doubt
on desires spent, bubbling;
I was left wildly fermented. 

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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"She was introduced
as very complex,
layered....
with flavours and textures."

this stanza's one of my fav. my wicked and certainly a very vulgar mind imagines something very dirty reading these words. a real royal grande horizontale! -- just popped up in my head, & i watched her vividly dancin' and thumping & nakedly swagging so brightly around... in those words. very imaginative & crystal clear poetry you dripped down this time. liked it... ev'n enjoyed reading it more!

Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much Adam for your words.
Like this. Some woman just tell you what they want. If you don't like it, find another.
But if you do like it. Hold on tight, the trip of a lifetime is just beginning.

Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

Thank you Paul. so true!
A fast lady with time in sight. She is the boss.
"That was just how
the love was....
raw, urgent."
I liked the above lines. You defined her with perfect skill. Thank you Andrew for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

Why thank you John for your kind words and your visit.:)
Coyote Poetry

7 Years Ago

You are welcome Andrew.

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andrew mitchell

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