Red Edict
Red Edictoh the tingle, kiss of your sexagainst my lips, press it into my necklet it orgasm there, hot and stickydribbling down my throat, rub itinto my breasts, form little riversas fingers slide...
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Whoa! What a twist. The shock of it slams into the consciousness.Rhiannon
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Passion every night? I thought it played like a b-rated soft-porn movie, myself.Diedra, I dont think theres much of interest here. The first 9 lines feel rushed, as if the poem is all-too excited to...
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Rhiannon, i see it came through loud and clear. I had problems with people not getting it and actually laughing at it. Go Figure!Lo Qi, you don't like my suicide fantasy? A lot of twisted dread and...
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There is nothing wrong with suffering in poetry. But I can't have the same relationship with the poem as the author. All I can have is a relationship with the poem. As it stands, I don't think the...
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lol, breaking it down to the chopped onionsi'd think this would be a hard poem for most to read - don't we all want "that one"i like your words and a peek into something other than what i run into in...
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Ah, the chopping of onions is a very helpful thing. One can silently cry when rejected, fantasize nevertheless about breasts and trysts, yet not reveal one's disappointment with her, because after...
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