Penetrate me
A poem not necessarily about sex ;)
Always your eyes, penetrate me.
inspiring words to flow to a page
fantasies in ink, orgasmic to read.
you smile the ache right into me
I ache, i feel, i want, i write.
of the doing, i wonder can i really?
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Your lips form words, they penetrate me.
a fear races inside, mind talk whispers
can i sacrifice, bend, deliver what eyes demand?
are my words enough for you to stay?
and as I suffer for my art, can you take it?
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The heat, evident in us, penetrates me.
is it really possible to love in every way?
or is it just the thrill in newly typed words?
will you bore easily bringing desire to an end?
will how you love me become how you hate me?
how can I possess what brown eyes offer me?
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Penetrate me and let's find out together.
About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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