Morena Poem by Thaddeus Shane Whittington
Morena
Rating: ★3.3
The days are far too short, the slaying of me is such a petty sport.
Too far away on any given day...hearts words spoken in dismay.
This torture that is the end of me, I wait to use those specialist of words...we.
Callipygous, and I wait for that delight...two hands to embrace, they know my plight.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
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4/26/2024 12:10:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
for a joke.- your hands how i wish they were something else your tears how i wish they were something else your love how i wish it is for me