MAXINE P. SOSO Poems

That final hour in the cell
will be hell
Yeah Well!
The time has come
...

I've kissed your lips
a thousand times in my mind
I can only see
who you appear to be
...

Your eyes comprise
A lullaby
...

When I first saw your face
I wanted to taste...
...

The window to your soul
opens a world of possibilities
that can be explored
through your signature stare
...

Let me gently caress

your grace, space and, intellect
...

A baby's breath,
taken completely out of it's element
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Restriction, conviction of the heart

so it starts
...

Traumatized, by life's indiscretions
Submerged in stereotypical
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The silhouette seduction
of your whispers in my ear
A lullaby to my soul
The delectable essence
...