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It's Duples
<Another poem for class which desperately needs some constructive criticism. Please?>
It's Duples
Here it comes,
the moment
where we lock
eyes and kiss
cue sex scene
Whumph
Ow.
Whumph
Ow.
Whumph
Ow.
“That's 'ow' honey
not 'ooh' or any
variation of it”
Turn around.
not really
enough room...
leg goes where?
oh there we go
got the rhythm
its duples. duh.
connection
skin sinks in
thousands of
chemicals
rise with us
rushing to
meet each other
to explode
at the touch
our potential kinetic energy
activates
pulsing
an attempt to peer at heaven
with atheistic eyes
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You are aesthetically pleasing,
the reason for which I first noticed in you.
And later I found your personality equally pleasing.
I also noted your chest to waist ratio is suitable for birthing.
Therefore, I think you should live in my house.
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