In Campetance to a Toad
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I found out a long time ago
what that one can do to your soul
when your standing in your pad
your alone but not quite sad
croaking out your song
its only a minute long
but the compassion is felt around
when the sound hits the ground
your heart misses a beat
your life is complete
you hear the second verse
and then silence is terse
closer now when you hear that tone
everything else is just a drone
as you move closer to the night
everything about it is right
your eyes glisten
as you carefully listen
and there you act cool
as she is around into view
a moment of stillness
your kind of cure
when that time approaches
its totally pure
bodies entwined ,
locked in an embrace
it lasts for hours ,
You will never forget the taste
Salty with sweat
sweet with desire
franticly slow
until its time to retire
every touch a jolt
electrical pleasure
every motion amplified
every moment a treasure
till off to the pad
to sing a new song
till the day again arrives
when answers come to your cries.
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The challenge: To write a poem about your most exquisite experience as
though you were a toad.
How did I do Kat ?
Oh And FYI : That's my niece not my kid
As much as I would like to have one, I am a single man who just loves
to be the best uncle in the world ( spoiling her rotten and sending her
back to my sister full of sugar with noisy toys )
Anyone else want to challenge me ? click here
( and tom, your up next. )