Rogerlene Blount Poems

Fresh air,
Moist and dewy,
unplucked, perfect, and
full-blossomed.
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Sup tonight on the fruitful
bounty of my harvest.

Drink deeply the sweet
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Mortal souls... I collect
so many.
Ceaselessly, borne
in the feathers of
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Suck his sex raw until it
burns and throbs!
That hot, salty, sweet
treat goes down easy.
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Cool breeze blows,
lake is calm.
In the afternoon we talk of love.
Spirits high,
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To come face to face with
this fear she can’t escape
makes the blood in
her veins turn cold
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Gentler than windswept rain,
our tender moment comes to pass.
Caressed by the sun’s warmest
rays, we stroll through
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The day is alarmed!
Morning clouds turn mother-of-
pearl under a shocking sun’s
brilliance.
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1. Brooding Dragon sleeps
Shaken fate, ill dreams
Omens wrought in legend burn
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