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Winters Passion

Winters Passion

I'm out of breath..
chest pounding

my nipples, aching and erect
I feel this tingle in my toes
my fingers feel elusive

I'm hot, I'm cold
I can feel my blood flow

I hate this, I love this


in my mind, I wonder....

Would these god damn birds
ever shovel this much snow
to feed me?



Sue

— jetz, Jan 21, 2010

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Region, Country: South eastern Connecticut, USA

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

This is too good. I simply

This is too good. I simply undeniably adore this poem. And thank those selfish little birdies. Did I tell you I love this poem? ~Anna
Race_9togo

Race_9togo

16 years 4 months ago

Hey

I laughed my head off. My wife came upstairs to find out why, and she loves this too. Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race