SNEAK whisper, Silent Listener.
How about let lust help you if you must...wipe dust of my gift no longer innocent or have a need to be with innocence. No seed to plant but a thought on what's in your pants then again oh well...This is just a rant....CARRY ON! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry is 100% subjective as it pertains to value, merit, expression....The one constant that all writers must adhere to in any format of poetics is structure...cadence....the work must move with consistent flux....This does...Nice Job...~FjR!