You can't break up with a soul mate
wicked
You said I smelt like a rose
you plucked my petals
one by one
slowly whispering
she loves me
she loves me not
my legs were spread wide
like the ocean
and you drowned in my waters.
The smell of burn toast
brought me to my senses
and the memory of a rose garden
between my legs
was long forgotten.
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” the smell of burnt toast ” ….and roses , so wickedly bewitching . Love you Chrissy ! megxxx
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and so true to life. xx thank you Meg! sending you love xxx
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You left me speechless. You don’t write any clunkers. Another amazing poem with such erotic imagery. This was freakin’ hot. Love your work.
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thank you x
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https://thelighteningandthefire.wordpress.com/2015/10/26/mystify-me/
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inxs mystify me – fuck I’m too old for this shit
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