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DG

dina grey

Jun 11, 2009 ⭐ See this poem's read count — a supporter feature

YUM

Yum, he says,
interlocking our toes
curled in bed, entwined in damp
sheets.

Yum, he whispers,
hot breath on my neck
his scent flows through thick,
tepid air.

Yum, he laughs,
tickling me playing
our game where he
pretends I am her.

— dina grey, Jun 11, 2009

About the Author

Region, Country: Coastal area, NC

Favorite Poets: Sylvia Plath, Hemminway, Too many.....will add in time.

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17 years 1 month ago

Yum

This must be a difficult thing to write about. I feel that you have done very well in touching upon such a difficult subject. It was to the point and not overly maudlin. Tactfully dealt with. Good job! Gee.

DG

17 years 1 month ago

Thank you

It is a very simple piece, but the heart feels what it feels. Thanks Dina

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Atticus

17 years 1 month ago

Dina,

Bravo for your courage to write if this tells of personal experience. It is however, an fantastic drop in emotion. Well done. -ns

DG

17 years 1 month ago

Thank you

Thank you. I believe a lot of us have been there. Dina

17 years 1 month ago

Wow that last line packs

Wow that last line packs quite a punch, ouch, a real twist I hadn't seen coming, great write, much love b x

DG

17 years 1 month ago

Thanks

Oh the feelings that go on in a love that is wrong. Thanks Dina

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