barrageA Poem by manchilld99broken was his will to resist an exercise for which there was no strength to which there was no use … being besieged, overrun beleaguered by blistering attack he went weak and gasped feeling flushed teary-eyed groping and drooling weak-kneed and fell away from the relentless pursuer who shamelessly held firm pressed on feverishly and then kissed him again © 2012 manchilld99 |
StatsAuthormanchilld99rochester, NYAboutI write poems and stories, and have broadcast a blues show on the radio since 1982. I am from Harlem, currently live in Rochester, NY, but have been around. more..Writing
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