This is no other way. That is so true you need to keep going forward while the euphoric feeling is there.

“Death walks beside me,
slow, patient,
hands in pockets,
whistling something,
like it’s got nowhere better to be.”

Beautifully penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend. Really dig the stanza above but it was all amazing. Appreciate you.

Damian

Great work, full of fire and grit.
Regards
James

Thank you.

The way you describe death walking beside you with his hands in his pockets, like he’s not worried because his time will come as it always does in time and he’ll be there for it…all wrapped up between the moments of gorgeous nature unfolding around you…this is a masterpiece! Also, there is a distinct feeling of tiny death found in witnessing something so incredibly awe-inspiring beautiful. Brilliant

You are fantastic. Thank you.

We had to change our original comment in recognition of your ability to say bodies slapping in an acceptable way. Hahaha, on the for real Lady we love it, it makes us think of slow love. Tight

This drifts between tenderness and urgent intensity, capturing the physical and emotional in a way that’s intimate without being flashy. I love how the language makes the body feel like both terrain and vessel, with every moment earned and alive.

Passionately penned, Fia. Excellent write, you always deliver the goods my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Chère F.,
You are being rather harsh on yourself, labelling this as 17. Or you are living in a different part of the world.

This kind of love making I learned/learnt from another beautiful lady.
I can only hope that I can get you to rub off on me the way to describe it the way you do.
This is almost French by nature. You can get away with most everything, as long as you mind your language.

Needless to say I love it to bits!
Warm regards, Gus

hello beautiful Fia so deeoly passionate I have felt this in my lifetime ❤️sexy and powerful write…

Hauntingly penned, Brenda. Amazing dark write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is darkly charged and unapologetic, leaning hard into seduction and danger without blinking. I like how the poem owns its fascination with shadow, letting desire and menace speak in the same breath.