Wells Of Love Poem by John Sensele

Wells Of Love

Rating: 5.0


Wells of love spell bliss
Blown into a cuddly kiss
That purifies and clarifies heartbeats
Unfocused on undulating wits.

Wells of love tell stories of happiness
Grown and known in a caress
That wins and cleans broken hearts
In all aching parts.

Wells of love don't swell ranks
Of exploited women bands
Trafficked in quick buck trucks
Driven in forsaken European pucks.

Wells of love don't enslave
Lovers caught up in an enclave
Where honey money talks folks into buying
Carnal tunnels of libido in the evening.

Thursday, December 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: poems
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Terry Craddock 29 December 2016

nice lines, i once filled buckets of love to overflowing to water the fields, to grow all the beautiful crops, now I use irrigation and get a thousand times more done 10+ 'Wells of love don't enslave Lovers caught up in an enclave Where honey money talks folks into buying Carnal tunnels of libido in the evening.' best to avoid love as a cash currency, empties the pocket and the soul, true love costs in better ways

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John Sensele

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