poetry critical

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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

Bad Danish Porn in yellow
ambiguos

I was there once he smiled, I didn't know she couldn't dance though!
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It brings out the best of moves in me so she kept on loving,
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the two of you bring out the lust in me, she said.
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It was kind of dark, I never made it to her room. The window
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was to high, I would carry her out and took a pillow to the
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grass. In the dog trail we would really got loose.
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The whole room was so far away, but you gave me everything.
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Making it last, you came into my life, your breathe was mine.
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Two kisses at once, tongue in cheek, lost in the labor of love.
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The sound of sweat, kept bringing on the motion. Your love is
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king, making my soul sing, hearts beating so close. She smiles
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and feels fine. I'm yours and your mine.
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With permission, I pass right thru her back door, what a life.
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A noisy twin bed is there but aren't we about to brighten up
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a dark day ? You took my love, legs, thighs and breasts, a
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Colonel Sanders day with gravy.
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You jumped rope on my bones, a wholly given date rape, in the third degree. Rushing hearts beat, hungry for love. I wear it now, two fingers, crossed limbs. Bellys make a perfect fit, let it come to you, we love and leave.
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It is never as good as the first time, holding her ass, I wanted to stay. The second time we catch our breathe, love was worth giving and I could really love you, cheek to cheek, breathing her breathe.
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Waiting for you with soft ropes and a collar,and the warm blankets of cover. Reaching for her stars, it's only love that gets you through. The sea and blankets, hard impressions,  listening to her heart beats on the nape of her neck.
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Arched and supine she was laying like New Years Eve. Every part of me ready, ready for an explosion, coming off the floor, the furs of lust cover us. She can't be feeling like I do,  is it a crime ?
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Her pink queen of pearl, pink coral outside, laughing at me. Wind in her ear, playing love, don't let go. Hang on to it, though it slipped slightly, locked in her gym.
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Pretty lights in her room, the perfect X, driven home. Cross the north to the south, mouth to mouth, breathe to breathe. Long soft hair, making moves, can't blame her for her beauty, Diane wins with her tied hands down.
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Mike Hendershot 2010
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