Between her head and her breasts lies her neck
Where else would such a monument exist
It ties her mind to her heart like a deck
Of a ship sailing in a Grecian mist
I kiss my Anthi’s neck without repose
It feels like a passageway to heaven
Turning palpable when off come her clothes
My entire being begins to leaven
So much love circulates within this stem
Both hers and mine in utter resultant
Anthi is in love with her little M
It always seems to become exultant
From head to neck to pussy and to toes
I love you, my Anthi, Zeus only knows
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Wow Fire twinflames love I know how it feels Enjoy !
What a fantastic love poem, and using the word pussy in a poem is 👌