I do not know what to call this today

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.

Khalil Gibran

Submitted: August 28, 2018

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Submitted: August 28, 2018



I Do Not Know What To Call This Today

Free Falling

Pulse calling

Never at lost

Emotions tossed

Head extended above

Earthy Love


Umm, Butter Rum Juice Dealer

Yes, that’s right

Every day, every night

Being trivial today

When words have escaped their own way

Sincerely me, yes, I’ll cater to all your needs

As I emotionally ride the horse while coveting your pearly seeds

Do you think I am sinful

Wait, isn’t love more enjoyable when it’s plentiful

Of course, with adults and always consensual

Until I bring out the handcuffs

No don’t run, you know I can catch you

Ball gag, posture collar to subdue, my sultry playful tools

Moaning like my handsome pet after I stroke your just due

Too much information

No, only my signature Love and Hugs confirmation

Let me be nice, ooh, that’s so boring

I like to hear when the tiger is in the deep jungle roaring

I do run marathons for fun

Have you ever chased the wind in the rain, snow, or the sun

I swear the wind must be a romantic man

We come as one when we dance

Invisible hands gently lifting my hair

Caressing my face without any cares

Have me sweating all over, sticky clothing smothering

Out of breath, yet the wind is persisting hovering

The wind feeding me endorphins as we’re blending as one

Have my adrenaline pulsating before a course is done

Wearing me out until I’ve reached my heightened need

Coming and going by the standards of Kemy’s creed

Mmm, I love the wind

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