Shall I Compare Thee, , , NO! !
Your erotica
so succinct
reaching apex
fingers clawing
voice screeching
in its brevity
like a sledge
slamming needle
through cotton candy.
Mine,
of epic proportions
overwhelming details
time for you to do your nails
as I fumble
and tumble my way
ocean liner
on your pond of needs
finally
enter
deep
with you
asleep.
poem by Lorenzo Costigliolo
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