Holding gently on satisfied lipsA Poem by InkSlingerLove is conflicting, confusing, we search for love, fall victim to it's perils, and just when we have reached our end, an equal reaches out and brush against us, giving us hope.In tearful whispers, I cried out Why does love treat us like unworthy w****s? begging in deft for that someone willingly bending over, spreading legs to their want knowing they will deny us in the end. I implore you, feel this tender love so deprived oh how the wishful heart bleeds carried forth by a callous tramp with an unsatisfied appetite, practiced manipulation of the w***e’s gleeful wringing hands. I implore you, bring me your love in promise run your spinster fingers down the nape of my neck burrow your tongue into my waiting mouth whisper down my throat, your desires and fill my soul with words my heart aches to hear. Meet me in a lover’s dreams together, we shall run away high above the world in which we exist watching the w***e of hurt and pain settle into the darkness of human despair. and if you will meet me in the morrow’s dream offering the simple gift of self should you utter love in a selfless breath I will keep that very breath, twice holding it gently on satisfied lips. © 2011 InkSlingerReviews
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StatsAuthorInkSlingerOut there, somewhere.., NHAboutI write... therefore I am... Life comes with no guarantees, warranties, or manuals. Just live it the best way you know how!! There are no stupid questions in life, so ask for help when you need it... more..Writing
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