Sing-Song.

Confined by a desirous thing,

the inside of a tiny boxing ring,

minus the hollering referee,

in my corner to guide me to victory;

your voice leaves me wanting to sing,

your face just leaves me wanting,

to taste your kisses subserviently,

to undress you each night of week,

to take all of you into me,

and keep the secret of your poetry,

forever pulsing in my veins,

like a tissue to dab my tears away,

please just continue to read to me,

forever and without ever leaving.

6 thoughts on “Sing-Song.

  1. tarnishedsoul says:

    I really like this!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. kosmogonic says:

    Speechless. For once.

    Liked by 1 person

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