We don't care(right now

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    We don't care(right now

    Bump bump thump
    goes the blue
    liquid through my thirsty
    veins peeking at Pleasure
    plotting to dance together
    seek and go gain with Pain
    I am lioness
    with no thought of tame
    let me..let me...melt you
    dissolve you into my fangs
    that sweet honeysuckle
    and slight touch of tang
    pour on to me
    undeniable desirable thang
    yearning to die before death
    a wealth of my sensory stealth
    and and still deliberately delicious
    subtleties with a super nova of sound
    never touching the ground
    yet a tiny bee extracting
    nectar from a flower lit a fire
    to set my soul a power into
    light years bringing down
    the stars and planets
    a dangerous shower
    however, that's neither here nor
    there because we're in the nowscape of the mindscape and we...don't...care!
    2009 Fennesse (c)

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    BadBadBear commented on We don't care(right now

    10-20-2009

    Total erotic therapy oozes from your work. "I am lioness with no thought of tame". Killer lines!

    kdavidscott1 commented on We don't care(right now

    06-27-2009

    I love the journey - I love the adventure - how beautiful it can be to remove some of the care...and just go for what you know and get a real taste of what life has to offer.... KD

    dahlusion commented on We don't care(right now

    04-24-2009

    You "bee" the one to make me wonder why you are not published, or?

    Drivingczar commented on We don't care(right now

    04-17-2009

    Nicely written poem! "The stars and planets a dangerous shower" Pretty romantic!

    FiloRozzell commented on We don't care(right now

    04-14-2009

    Lioness I felt like a limping gazzell hoping to be bitten. I loved your words and metaphors it was beautiful. Give me more please.

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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