this was like one of my first poem poems lol. I used to love it now i love some parts and hate others... anyway the good shit is solid so it stands.
I want to touch you
With electric digits
Dip and pivot my tentacles on your contours
Want your physique to tickle my fingertips
Stroke your back and lips
Bumps underhand transforming you into hills of muscle
And beautiful skin
I want to touch you
And imagine that I am
In a swift canoe
On a river of you
Douse my hands in
And send
Waves of the warmest bronze
Rippling down your spine
So that you over flow
Fertilizing…
Now lush the bank-side vegetation grows
I want to touch you
And leave you feeling fuzzy when im done
And
I want sparks to come
From the fabulous friction generated when my palms ridges swiped past yours
Can I touch your neck and provoke a jolt in your knees?
Can I be the only one, please?
...The only one to ever
make you feel like
the world could end…
but as long as my hands are on your skin
you’ll be more than ok
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i remember this vividly and i didnt know it was one of your first POEM poems...i loved it then and i think its dope now!
i think if i handed this poem out in a class..someone would think it was from a published book of some famous persons work.
lmao thanks cornteeeee
when did you write this?dope as hell homie,like forealsky!!
I like this one. It's vivid enough where skimming it would be a waste of time. I like shit like that..either you really read it..or you don't. You hav a talent for telling stories. Glad your doing something with that.
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