About a poet lady (not an "ess")

by Kevin   Nov 5, 2012


She's whispering inside my blinks,
strobe images of wanton'ness...of the 'ess
in the poet.

Her bruises like fireworks,
widening my eyes past focus so I...
don't see her slip up close.

Who knew she'd own me,
with a word and a key tap I'm claimed,
thrilled to take a tour'a,
all around the Noura.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Kevin

    Get in line ladies.

  • 9 years ago

    by nourayasmine

    Hey, hey, back off! Kevin is only mine.

    And yes, I do.
    (You proposed somewhere in the forums, right baby?)

  • 9 years ago

    by silvershoes

    UGH, you too Abby? :'(

  • 9 years ago

    by abracadabra

    I loved you once.

    YOU COULD AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TO SHOW ME SOME RESPECT HERE.

  • 9 years ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    Yes, the rhymes at the end made me cry, too. Such agony!

    Now, Mr. K, I must ask you: What are your intentions toward my PnQ daughter?

    • 9 years ago

      by Kevin

      My intentions Larry?

      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Km3RobegNjU