hello lovely Fia a very fiery passion powerful 💕

Oh damn…

Passionately penned, Fia. This write is fire my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I do this to women …
Then they burn for me
Wait
Listen
I may be at your door ….

The flames of that passionate fire are rising high in this one, Fia. Nice one.

Do you see me leaning in? This poem has made me a voyeur. Very nice, Fia, love it.

Sounds like a harmonious relationship to me. Good write 🌼

hello beautiful Willow a very sexy and passionate write I understand about him alone having the key but in my case it is of a divine origin my man that you have such in the flesh is beautiful 💕

Beautifully executed. I love how you say it is not recognized by butterfly wings
Not everyone will see the key.
Love it

Beautifully penned, Willow. Into the book it belongs! Love the layers in this piece, your writes are authentically you my friend. I’m a huge fan, amazing work. Appreciate you.

Damian

I don’t need butterflies, honestly. What we have is more powerful than their fragile wings. Thank you, girl

This is so so smooth, exciting and textured. I love it!, Ain’t nothing like having your own🌹

This vibe is so, so sensual and moving. The connection….so deep and meaningful.

Just exquisite!!

I think about the consequences of opening my mouth & weigh them against the burden of saying nothing. If it has the potential to hurt someone, I keep it locked in the Nope folder. There’s a lot of insight in this one. That cautionary note…think before you speak…is never out of date, my friend

No you can not stay naive. Especially when you already was a part of it.

hello dearest Damian you are very deep… I’ve picked up on a lot of wisdom in you… the air can help but be heavy with the words… truth is just like that 💕well done…

Learning to “read the room” is such a great line, and your last is filled with wisdom. We live and we learn as we go learning from our past mistakes and learning from others.

Great poem.

I liked this, Damian.

Oh, so totally resonates. I don’t know where I would be without my proverbial pen. And I spent far too many years perched in neutral…only to discover there is no such thing. Either your ass is leaning in one direction or your nose is. I prefer staying informed & walking the path that suits me. Shadows & all. And i find like souls along the way when living authentic. Consider this one on my reading list with emphasis, my friend

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Agreed, there is always more to the story. Appreciate you.

Damian

That’s beautifully reflective—wisdom framed not as some lofty concept, but as lived experience layered over time. The imagery of seasons and fences evokes quiet contemplation, hesitation, even resilience. That last line? A soft unraveling of illusion. It reads like a quiet reckoning.

Superb work. Powerful.

Mic Drop!

Ouch…… someone done you wrong.
Good write and after summer comes autumn,winter and spring….don’t be duped when a new summer arrives.
🌞😘

I like to think so too ☺️ as always Adira, I appreciate your kind words.
xx

Yes, this summer is new you and your strength cannot be denied. Love this piece you put out.

Next time around it’s your turn to retaliate. Take names and kick ass! Amazing poetry PG.