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Cryptic...I dig the roll of this Lepp. but I 'd be lying if I said I caught it-(felt like a burn)

cheers, Soul

I think my choice of title has thrown the poem to disarray. me being lazy again. I'll sort it out in a bit, maybe add some lines onto it for a bit more clarity

appreciate your thoughts, good fellow  

Cheers, Missus Moon

I’m not 100% sold on the title (a new word I happened upon somewhere) so I may change it again. that said, you’re ridin’ the same wavelengths so perhaps it’ll suffice

thanks for dropping by, Mikki. your thoughts are appreciated

Dark? What's wrong with "Erotic"? :)

I think it can only be taken at face value, so as a filthy, rotten sex poem.

..but the title! :)

don’t you think (assuming you are right) placing a poem in erotica might be counter productive in a sense (probably not the right word). if a poem is erotic then the label is redundant anyway ..or some such argument :)

The title is sex, too, man. I mean it could be about a car or sex, and poets hate cars. Fuckin' detest 'em. :)

Sex is a dark act, anyway. One of the very few things we've continued from our hunched ancestors.

or ..maybe you gots sex on the brain.another thing  continued from the hunched ones

but yeah, I agree for the most part.  

I like this very much, Eamonn. While it is short, the sadness of the satisfaction her soul receives from pain comes through.

Tony
 
that’s pretty much it in a nutshell.   well it was the thought that I tried to translate bar the sadness.  and why I figured the dark genre would be the one.
 
great to see you knocking about, good fellow and thank you for your time and thoughts

cheers, Uma

that’s a nice in-depth analysis into the mechanics of the scene. another less spoken analysis might be that the twitching gratitude may be because an ordeal is over.

thanks most much for dropping by, delving into the words and leaving your brain-print

A bit like an extract from 50 Shades, only a touch more literate... Reminds me of a line in a Stephen King novella: ""Especially those. Would you like to come, Darcy?"
She came. And she came on their wedding night, too. Not terribly often after that, but now and then. Often enough to consider herself normal and fulfilled."

cheers for dropping by, AspiringLibrarian and for laying down your thoughts

I like your thinking, Mr Moon

and I have long since questioned your sanity, I've concluded it's right up there with the best of them.

cheers for the drop-by and words good fellow

Al
good to see you aboot

I think it means service station..

thanks most much for your presence and words, good fellow