i, Poetry
By Devil lyn
he took me to the point
of no return,
tore open my skirt,
ripped the panties
from my bodice
& dragged me
into the river deep
asking through a sensual man's whir ~
'how deep is your poetry?'
as spools of sodden moist
violated every center of my sanity
gripping the depth of my insanity,
utopia & euphoria
settled
in the holiest temple of my doom;
& there
did I occur to me
that poetry is in the eye
of the beholder
particularly
when I saw my legs
dangling over his bare shoulders;
but it was
in the harden thrusts
of his verses,
the orgasmic taunt
in his stanzas
had I realized the depth
of my own poetry
didn't matter ~
orally
anally
vaginally
for I was Poetry
itself
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Copyright 2016 Devil lyn
Published on Friday, November 11, 2016.
Filed under:
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On Friday, October 4, 2019, flawofthepoet
(53) wrote:
I like the visual of how this is written.
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A former member wrote:
This poem was a thrill ride of iambic pantameter by a river side of oral Anal and vaginal depthS! As BFP described I fucking love this! -hm
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On Friday, November 11, 2016, Nemo
(77) wrote:
that was fucking awesome