Whispered words of love
Skipping through the universe
Reverberating.

Fingers fumbling,
Tangled in accoutrement
Hooks on lingerie.

Overwhelming heat
Lingering touch, here, just here
Words insuffcient.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
My streams of thought meet here
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MARK PETRUSKA | WRITER
Short essays about novels and other fictional works
By Ian Garrabrant
Home of Micropoetry, Literature, art and philosophy.
Just a fiction writer, trying to reach the world.
I'd curtsy but I'm drunk.
I love that: “I still hide you in my poetry”. I do that too.
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That little picture inspired the poem. I thought it was luscious.
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Hot!
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Thanks!!
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Beautiful. Phew!
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Thank you so much!
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saucy!!
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Thank you!!!
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