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when sex isn't enough
by Emily Davidsonany time you
dial me
i'm waiting
and i'm there
like your life support
i'll listen to your
stupid stories or
your ridiculous banter
and offer you my best insight
on request
in your bed i'll kiss you
earnestly
and hold you in your sleep;
make love to you like the king
i think you are
but you don't think i'm
anything
because i didn't go to oxford
and i don't write for the times
maybe the support and the sex
aren't enough
maybe love doesn't count for
anything anymore 11/13/2006 Posted on 11/14/2006
Copyright © 2026 Emily Davidson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/14/06 at 05:31 AM brilliant second stanza. i like the whole thing, but the second stanza really kicks ass above the rest. great work. |
| Posted by Jared Fladeland on 11/15/06 at 04:39 AM ha. i hate intellectual. cello players obviously are much more passionate |
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