![]() PLUMBA Poem by Lena![]() I 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 Author![]() LenaOviedo, 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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