like dying in my sleep by Leah Johnston

Irresolution.

Motionless
with
patient lust,
he
stands
panting.

He knows
he
must move,
but she
still
sleeps.

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heterodynemind
What a word painting.. :)
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Bob Blackwell
Ha Ha, I wonder how long he waits, shortish poem but I can imagine the waiting would not be too long, maybe the hidden verse is longer?
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Romeo Della Valle
Short becomes long and long becomes short, Fay, you said all in short! Excellent, Love and Peace...
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Shashendra Amalshan
Ha ha, very passionate poem FAY . You make the reader pant for more, reading this poem was an exciting experience and I loved it a lot (take care Fay, with love/Shan)
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Alison Cassidy
Succinct as a haiku with a fine dusting of erotic wit. Delightful poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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Munia Khan
If love is the food,lust must be the appetizer...at least I think that way!!! Love this poem so much Fay and love the image as well.Wonderful.
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Leslie Alexis
A millennium or two I'd wait... because, I love you! that what it say. wonderful poem!
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sonetta
lust can't wait...but love can.... :)
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Sandra Martyres
You say so much in so few words...great write Fay
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