PLUMBA Poem by LenaI watched a man pick just the right Plumbs in the market. This is the result of what he stirred in me.ROUND AND FIRM, JUST THE RIGHT SIZE SQUEEZABLY SOFT AND DARK TO THE EYES I WATCHED AS YOU TOOK EACH ONE IN YOUR HANDS THE TENDER CARING WITH WHICH YOU TOOK COMMAND MY MOUTH WATERED AND SUCH A LONGING GREW THAT I KNEW THEN AND THERE, THEY WOULD BELONG TO YOU THE WAY YOU SAVORED AND LICKED THEN DEVOURED WITH PASSION LIKE A MAN FOUND IN THE DESSERT, WITH NO MORE WATER IN RATION NO ONE CAN EVER EAT SO SWEETLY MY PLUMBS LEAVING ME IN LONGING AND COMPLETELY DUMFOUND © 2008 Lena |
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1 Review Added on February 10, 2008 AuthorLenaOviedo, FLAboutIt's about my words, not me. Who I am is not important. What I feel, when I feel it, that's what I put out there. more..Writing
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