My devotion to you
is
so
damn
deep
that I stop myself
in the midst of
a
smokin'
sex
dream
because
he
wasn't
you.
heidi
written: 9/21/13
I am digging into my reserves today. A little poem I wrote while I was gone that month and a half. Thanks for stopping by!
is
so
damn
deep
that I stop myself
in the midst of
a
smokin'
sex
dream
because
he
wasn't
you.
heidi
written: 9/21/13
I am digging into my reserves today. A little poem I wrote while I was gone that month and a half. Thanks for stopping by!
well now....that takes some dedication there...ha...
ReplyDeletenice...
It is a very frustrating dedication. I'm ready to start writing fictional poetry again.
DeleteHe should be honored, because that's damned deep.
ReplyDeleteActually, he was a little confused as to why I was so pissed at him. If I have to stop hot imaginary dream sex for him, he can deal with a little irrational anger. That's fair, right?
DeleteI find I wake up whether I want to or not...Damn!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
How frustrating! Damn is right.
DeleteThis was pretty good! It is hard to force yourself to write poetry! Keep at it!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment on my blog too!
Thanks!
DeleteGreat poem, and even greater insight!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteBeautiful Heidi!
ReplyDeleteThanks Yves!
DeleteOoo, this is my favorite yet during the Great Heidi Blog Catchup of 2013.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bone. The catch up is catching up with me.
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