You are still a poet my friend. Your just dormant at the moment. ;))

A poet will always remain a poet… in the genes

hi dearest Poet I miss you ❤️

Me too. 🙂

I was never a poet but I enjoyed scribbling between the lines sometimes.
Whatever your current incarnation, may it bring you happiness my friend!

THE FUCK!

(Also? Big Like.)

Good to see you Sheriff

You’ll always be a poet my friend. We all go through lean times in writing, whether it be droughts or block, but we always find our way. Hang in there, Speak. Appreciate you.

Damian

Artists shouldn’t put themselves in boxes. They might never get out.

Dear PS,

✍️📑📝✒️🖍️
You’re definitely a poet.
xo

H 🌷

I know the feeling too well. You will write again though, I’m sure.

You’ll always be a poet to Lori and me Gary. It’s all about the heart, empathy and desire. Why d’ya think you were the first person I reached out to?

Keep the faith, Rob

🩶👋☝🏿

Bravo!

Passionately penned, Betty. Excellent write with lots of sticky layers my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Pretty sensational! xx

… as I add cocoa to my coffee. (I always have. LOL)
Your decadence is showing! I am betting that no weight was gained throughout the indulgence!
You have a knack for writing what everyone can see, feel, try, without it becoming over-debauchery. It’s pin point and relatable to all, with their own wishes.
And the bluntness is real world, not fluffy and not mega-porn.
You got it going on, sister.

The poem operates as a rite of declassification: the subject is neither bear, nor wolf, nor man, but the oscillation between all of them. And it is precisely in this instability that love appears—not as redemption, but as a force that anchors the untamed without domesticating it. Very well written, I like it very much.

This write is clever with a lot of twists molding into each other. And I love the red kite!
And the heartstrings. I’ll never look at them the same again. I love when you do steamy writes.
Never over done but with a few sharp edges – bringing the heat.
I can’t wait to see your book! And all the works you decide to put in it.

Love everything you do plus you;)

When we read this our mind mind thinks within the piece. Everything that we want is within the cave, truth of self and existence, safety in relation to everything within the cave, all emotions within the cave are real. Outside, there is darkness and every lie that it can hold, There are the teaming deceivers outside totally envious of the warm relationship within, snarling and gnashing their teeth at truth. Tight one dude

Beautifully written and so well thought out, even though you said your ideas were slammed together. It came together very well.

I dig the mix of spiritual and philosophical feel to this, delivered like spoken poetry, that rhythm that begs the reader (or listener) to lean in closer.
Great work.

It was a mess in my head for awhile, and this is the result of that jumble. LOL.
Funny how a few random ideas/lines can blend into something after all.
thank you, Damian!

Brilliant.

Thomas, I wish! But I’m keeping that accolade! I’ve been stabbing my head with a pen lately, trying to make my material worth the read. So thank you for the encouragement.

Passionately penned, Betty. Excellent write with lots of layers my friend. Crisp imagery as well. Appreciate you.

Damian

You’re waiting for the story to end. Oh my, this story is hot, it should not end.

It sizzles with a touch of noir in one’s skivvies! I like it, Betty.

Most erotica is as sexy as cold vomit, cliche and only appreciated by the sleaze pigs. You have this remarkable ability to reach inside the male mind and to deconstruct feral desires. It’s not something which usually moves me, but between my ankles and hips, your words always leave a tattoo. Great scribbling Boo.

You may not remember the fake Satanic Slut fake profile on DU? It was actually a gay male friend of mine. So outlandish and utterly bizarre, it was blatantly obvious a fake. And yet his inbox was awash with dribbling males. There’s another similar. Is there a moral to that? Probably just be aware of sad little men.

Rob x

Well, seems like you had a rough morning. Not!
As Ghosteen said, most adult poetry/prose is simply amateur porn. It takes an actual thought process to make it appealing. We use our brains too, when we have sex of any kind. So when someone can step it up to being something relatable, achievable even, for us all, then that means its good writing. So bravo to ya, for making it real for the reader.

Thank you my brother. The brain is the biggest sex organ, and I love that you pointed that out.

Thank you for the commentary. I absolutely adore you, and your opinion always matters.

Oh my. Oh my my my! Well hello Betty!
This was quite the experience to read! That sweet spot of a dream and feeling completely immersed.
Having those fantasies or dreams gets the heart going amiga. This takes vivid cardio exercise to another level.
I felt the frustration of the alarm. Noooooo!

And I love that bright smile of yours- after reading this I see why! Hahaha. No one does this better than you!

I’m so happy to see ya posted:)

Oh those 9 minutes of the snooze button…
So I almost read this while at work but upon reading the title, I opted to come back at a later time and I’m glad I did (I can’t risk people walking up behind me while read this kind of work, clutching my pearls).
Amazing. It’s every man’s fantasy and daydream, the peak of sexuality and longing wrapped up in such a hot scenario.
Now I should go for a run to get my heart going again.

Wally, that would have been a disaster! I’m glad you avoided the pearl clutching my friend.
You know I’m pro run for everything. So run your ASS off! Glad to have helped with your cardio, sweet friend.