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Kiss
I want everything a slow kiss
A deep touch
The sweat dripped battle of arms lips and legs
But I have no idea how good that feeling is
To be love in sheets and breathless nights
All I want is that to be mine
To feel that beautiful pain
To scream your name
I have no idea what that feeling is
It is all I want
Not to feel this empty pain
I am not so sure how a poem
I am not so sure how a poem that started out so beautiful ended up dipped in so much agony. Beauty to me is not pain, but something that radiates, especially when it is touched by the soul of an artist. Do not let others pollute your emotions. If you feel pain, it is “your pain,” so write about it. If you feel something beautiful, it is “your vision of magnificence,” so write about it. I do not mind sharing your beauty, nor your pain via your poetic expressions, but to start a reader off with such spectacular colors, and then drop them in the mud, well, that is truly painful.
in response to Iam not sure......
In everything I write there is some truth and it ended steeped in mud because I was left to wonder why I didn't deserve to feel that pleasure... I could have wrote it differently, but why change the truth?