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Sex
by Ann MillsThe sound was exciting,
The smile inviting,
The eyes so alluring
and deep.
It seemed within realms
of the entirely possible;
The memories swell
in my keep.
Good love, when it's offered,
Need not always apply
To the preferential coffer
of a man.
The sky will not fall,
Though, and I will survive
This inevitable pall
made of sand.
08/07/1995 Posted on 11/03/2010
Copyright © 2025 Ann Mills
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/03/10 at 02:59 PM Some good imagery running through this, particularly at the end. I liked how that last stanza in particular read to me. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/03/10 at 10:05 PM ... well done..... |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 11/04/10 at 06:33 PM Well-crafted and enjoyable to read. Grabbed my attention and pulled me through to a happy end. :) |
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