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Out of my Control


In the corridors of work
I stay busy not thinking of you.
When I slumber there isn't
anything we don't do.

I use my tongue, fingers,
lips and eyes.
and watch your flesh
tighten and rise.

Your gentle fingers
become electric fire
that intensify
my hungry desire.

An invisible connection
that is hard to find
lives in the playground
of my mind.

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Welcome, Sierra! You hit a home run witrh this one.


I felt it...and you too. Hehe.






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Hello and Welcome!

I know what you're saying in this piece very well. I love poetry that connects.
Look forward to reading more of your work.
Happy Writing,
~Lady Poe

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Very nice!
Short lines but very well put, few words but greatly orchestrated
I love the feel of this poem
There where verses like:
"and watch your flesh
tighten and rise"
"in the playground
of my mind."
Really caught my eye and imagination :)
Write more!

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