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Emerson · 2007-01-01T00:47:23Z

I know of Cantos, but is there any word for smaller devisions like these? I figured the second was too unlike the first for them to be the same thing. Child Small and not five feet, she stands with hands Against her hips, unaware of my plans. Her plump legs flash under a too short skirt, A childish navel, under a shirt. She leans over; grant me a peek of skin! And again I feel the compulsion to sin. Why does my ladylike child glare at me? Does not she know I am on hand and knee? Oh, my grown beauty trapped in a young form! Pressed on me, your lips, legs, and skin are warm. ---------- Will I be allowed to embrace you while You shake in ecstasy? It makes me smile When I think of me kissing your hipbone And caressing your thigh, I hear you moan. Darling, may I have you for the first time? No other man should take you from your prime. I have your body; new blood starts to stain The sheets and I am guilty of your pain. Forgive me; I have broken your chaste soul And yet you remind, “Was that not your goal?”

Summerless

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Sun Apr 27, 2008 11:34 pm

Summerless says... · Sun Apr 27, 2008 11:34 pm

I haven't ever read anything like this (content-wise and format-wise).
Interesting stanza lengths and good word choice (chaste, ecstasy, navel, compulsion).

Everything flows well except the first stanza's last word of each line.

harrypotterbooklover101

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Mon Apr 28, 2008 8:55 pm

harrypotterbooklover101 says... · Mon Apr 28, 2008 8:55 pm

That is the most increatible pome in the world!!!

Always have a Happy Life!

Love everybody!

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Mon Apr 28, 2008 9:03 pm

deleted6 says... · Mon Apr 28, 2008 9:03 pm

This is truly creepy it very intresting how ya get into his mind and what he see's. Really it's super creepy... super... Overall: This earns a star but god so creepy and so true how nowadays girls wear too revealing clothes. It asking for something like this.

Good luck
VSN

We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]

Because I wanted to...

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Tue May 13, 2008 3:17 am

Because I wanted to... says... · Tue May 13, 2008 3:17 am

I'm am in love with this poem.
The whole poem is filled with the pleasure of sin and passion and how that very passion that feels so good can lead you right over a cliff.

Its hard to invoke that much feelin in just words.

"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet."
-Plato

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