Lucky Me Poem by grace mariner

Lucky Me

Rating: 3.3


Oh but what a sight for sore eyes!
Six four, orangutan arms and gun metal eyes that narrow like a bird of prey.
I feel ' congested ' when I think of your touch.
I feel congested all of the time.
We flow together like original sin.
Pure instinct drives this engine!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chuy Amante 26 June 2016

engines of instinct we are or churchfolks

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Howard Savage 10 January 2016

This is a strong poem of emotions.

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