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her skin was soft machinery
which hummed slowly, was shiny and inviting
it played a rhythm against mine
her hair, which glowed new against the night
her movement, which was 10,000 ways irregular, but so perfect
her touch, which made me feel summer's breeze against my spine
She was something that shook my sheets
that carved herself exotic in my existence
that stared through, her beating blues and all that white freedom; her eyes did dominate
that sent warm motion through my skin, breaking my shell, jumping my veins...
Her ways were in me
She sent me through a soothing travel
It was the best I ever felt
and she was clean...
It was more than a feeling; it was answer.
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great work.... the words entranced me, and i could feel it all, you make light come onto this page and it ripped open new ways for you to write... this is still your style but it seems to be headin in a different direction, this is a good direction. great poem.....keep writing.___---parch
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Wow! That was so sensual! I loved it!
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Nice. I liked it, like parch said, moving in a new direction. I as well like the direction in which your poetry is moving. This one captivated me, making me think, feeling the sensations of which you spoke. Good poem.
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i just wanted to add that the bit....about being clean ... i like that cause i can relate well....so i think that's definately the best....
___---parch
