Thinking. Thinking long and hard.
Thinking about that one card.
That one card that could tear apart.
That one heart.
That one fragile heart.
Tearing apart.
Wanting, longing for some sound.
The warm sound of a hearts pound.
Bum Bum. Bum. Bum.
Like a drum.
Or like a gun.
Stroking. The soft stroking of a brush.
Brushing onto her face with blush.
Applying makeup of lust.
Wanting her to blush. Make me blush.
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Feeling Flowers
PoetryThis book has many poems that I have made. It contains both beautiful, sad, happy, and dark thoughts or feelings one would have. One would feel.
