PrisonerOfPrey

alone (for once)
in my room,
strong hands smelling
of earthy sweat
with thick fingers curving
delightfully
on the firm skin of my thigh

nails barely scrape
along white scars
a ride into my life
traces of the past

magic flows from fingertips
turning pain into
a memoir of love

warm despite my chill
loving without return
gentle despite my abuse

hands scented with hope
move upwards
scenting the air
with sex

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Now I lay me down to sleep/
With every passing thought I weep/
Lead me into nights dark bliss/
And let me wake in innocence. -Me

CMM_Kaleido

This is a well-written piece, PoP. No further critique for now.

Baron

I agree with CMM. Good work.

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PrisonerOfPrey

Thank you! To tell you the truth, i think it's crap. But if the audience enjoys it i suppose it can't be too bad. I'm thinking a lot of what I write isn't very good anymore.

So there is not further critique on this poem?

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Now I lay me down to sleep/
With every passing thought I weep/
Lead me into nights dark bliss/
And let me wake in innocence. -Me