Love's PolarityA Poem by papaedtwo women walk into a club... answer to a Paradise challengea spirit abandoned and crying for help pierced with rotten thoughts and stinkin’ thinkin’ scarred with negative nasty love wounds drunk on bitterness and fatal futility a demeanor demanding both disgust and compassion a fickle malodorous black bubble gum heart pumping perilous painful acid through armored veins her history reads like a battlefield war zone this thorn on the stem of a lovely rose flawed with conflicted chaotic imbalance looking for a “real man” yet wanting to control vibrating with animal heat and carnal need sweet shapely hips and breasts rail thin legs in black tights firmly balanced on stiletto heels this mistress of black-eyed love offering an invitation to a bed of nails enters the darkened den of need and sin a place she knows too well looking for love in a contest she cannot win ------------------------------------------- an embracing spirit of love and compassion emanating loving thoughts and innocence high on hope, open to opportunity a demeanor delivering patience and peace a healthy red beating heart pumping pure and clean life-giving blood this soft petaled long stem rose in perfect spiritual harmony a history filled with good decisions looking for a balanced relationship with a star-crossed cohort to satisfy the nature-natural drive to procreate to build a life with pride and values a radiant pheromone cloud promising pleasure and happiness brings smiles sweet curving hips and breasts shapely calves and thighs below a short red dress firmly balanced on comfortable heels this mistress of brown-eyed love offering an invitation to a bed of clouds enters the darkened den of need and sin a place she thinks she wants to know looking for love in a contest she will win © 2008 papaed |
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1 Review Added on February 10, 2008 AuthorpapaedKansas City, MOAboutno erudite pontifications, no complex extrapolations no intentional hurtful lies, just simple age-wise aliteration and prose, of a man who's in the throes of living day to day from his head down to.. more..Writing
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