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G.I.L.F.U.
by Timothy SomersI would have watched as she slept,
like in quiet gentle poems I've read
of lover's glowing after-trysts...
I woke her up.
Midst the gentle nibbles, licks,
and rubbing cheek to skin...
I blew a raspberry on her stomach.
In the park,
the second soulful set of kisses
still so new to juggle noses,
savoring the eager touch of one another...
I stuffed leaves down her pants.
At her sister's, for the first
up close family inspection,
needing reassurance when sister left the room...
I mussed my hair and pulled out my shirttail.
In the near arching, wrenching,
almost-there sweet moment of tender
passioned words of love to murmur earnestly...
She whispered,
"Gawd I love fucking you".
11/25/2005 Posted on 11/25/2005
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Somers
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elle O'Connor on 12/31/05 at 06:09 PM the romantic eyes in me read the last line differently first time through... I flipped the love and $#%@ words, to read "gawd I fucking love you" and I went "awwwwwwww, how sweet!" Then, I realized it was "gawd I love fucking you," and went "ohhhhhh, how nice!" |
| Posted by Elle O'Connor on 12/31/05 at 06:10 PM yikes! why didnt those words get "symboled" away??? |
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