My Privacy
Questioning the conscience, thoughts of infidelity
Is it cheating,
If the only flesh I touched,
Belonged to that of me?
….
Words gifted from another
Brought forth passion like no other.
No voice
No stroke
No trailing fingertips..
Just the breathy shuddering sigh
His name resting on my lips…
….
Questioning the secrets, my thoughts in privacy
Don’t we all
Enjoy the plunge
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Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| I Choose Not to Listen | 2 | 08/02/2010 |
| Sleep Now | 10 | 08/19/2009 |
| Sgt. FUCK | 9 | 08/18/2009 |
| Night Scene | 6 | 08/17/2009 |
| Barbecue this | 6 | 08/17/2009 |
| My Lovely | 8 | 08/13/2009 |
| I Can Hear You Breathe | 4 | 08/13/2009 |
| My Current Affair | 9 | 08/11/2009 |
| Tryptosalad | 2 | 08/11/2009 |
| uncomplicated | 5 | 08/10/2009 |
| oh you tee~ | 7 | 08/10/2009 |
| Jump Already! | 4 | 08/09/2009 |
| Faraway | 8 | 08/07/2009 |
| See You See Me | 8 | 08/06/2009 |
| My Privacy | 15 | 08/05/2009 |
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