Glad you’re back and posting erotica.
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This was quite creative. How he… the conceited king shriveled and you arose to be queen and well replenished off him, haha. Love it!

Daniel
Gothic-Surrealist

I can see your disappointed with men from this and your previous poems. Scars can go pretty deep and disappointment can be frustrating. But your expression is always deep in itself. That’s what writing is for.

If it doesn’t hurt, the love wasn’t real.

Thank you, Mary 🌼

hello dearest Joe this is so passionately and painfully written I never stop loving and don’t get it when people say they do hugs 💕

I think the love of self sometimes overcomes the love for another. Someone stops putting into the relationship while the other tries in overdrive to save it. Most everyone has loved and lost at some time, even if the feelings remain..🌼

Nice rhythm love the joker in batman creation

Welcome to Gotham.

Why so serious? Lol 🃏
But seriously, this is very good, Damian.

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It’s not really about the Joker, to be truthful. The first two lines are from an old song that was just a silly song that J.J. Burton and I penned the words to in like 1993. But I always liked the first two lines, so I just wrote something else to them. He mentioned the Joker because he was a fan, and I just used that to make the first two lines. lol. A little backstory for you, I always ramble on. lol. Appreciate you.

Damian

hello dearest Damian I really liked this one I guess the joker would kind of be Lucifer always laughing at peoples pain really your poem rocks as they do anyway 💕

Fantastic work.

The first thought I have is a person or boss egging you on while you struggle.or just being smug. Laughing at your pain kinda thing.

Great ink, friend

As usual, I may be reading this wrong. But I’m feeling a sense of apathy is just as deadly as hate/evil. Those who don’t speak up for others, give their silence as a voice to the bullies. It definitely has my mind going, my friend

Excellent!

No one had the tonsils that Janis had. Love it.

Girl beautifully written, I could picture it.