A Chick, Hot Wings Man! Poem by Atef Ayadi

a poet
sent me this comment:

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I am but a dry land awaiting your liquid kiss...
Said She'the one i Miss, her miss'.

I miss the kiss of awe...
I was the one, she liked, she saw.

But that island of love sank deep, with my love...
Down, down, be she, from up above.

She be, my love...
My dove.
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(me) :

my only option
i always respect my self for having options
in my

optional
option to option

hide-hide
imperialistic
obama

batman
life.


so dear! ! !

if i leverage
my name
and bit on feeling
your poem,


i would say....
do not be

man!
a chicken....

i do not

write
a frank
male?

disclosure
in public

sorry
for chocking your
cocking mocking
and put my finger

three centimeter from your
wambling-trembling-bombo bing

waking up from chock

eye


you want

to kiss

go for a kiss (and give me a brake)
and do not write

like a kisser...
CAUSE,

I PERSONALLY KISS
SO I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT IT...later...