What a strong write. I like the “if I can not walk then I will fucking crawl”.

Fia quoted the line that blew my mind too. That is it’s own anthem right there! They say nobody’s getting out of this world alive. But I’m gonna keep going until it takes me out. This world is like walking through Freddy Kreuger’s playground anymore. Trying to wear us down into apathy. And that’s when I come up kicking. Powerful piece, my friend

Nice work Damian.

The overthinking of world issues brings me to my knees. Powerful write.

Brilliantly penned, LDF. Appreciate you.

Damian

sorry… I’m not.. you will just have to wing it

Being authentic is one of my daily struggles.
A deep, thoughtful poem, Fia!

We are all authentic. Even if we hide behind masks of obscurity. I guess human beings have to navigate the weird system they find themselves in.

Very thought provoking work.
Regards James

You are right Adira. It is difficult to trust what we see, especially with AI. Thank you ;))

Powerfully penned, Fia. Like this a lot my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Superb work.

I’ve always tried to be my authentic self but you really made me think on this one. Guess we all have parts we don’t speak of. Maybe it matters that we realize and work on them even if they stay behind closed doors?

Powerful work. Vivid and sharp.

she sure gives from the heart.. beautiful appreciation

One of the most giving souls I know, our Adira

Beautifully penned, Drieks. Appreciate you.

Damian

❤️🙏🏻

If anyone deserves a poem about them it’s the very wonderful Adira. Great ink.

If only life was like that…lol

Powerful fucking poem. Great work.

I think I’d be in sin every part of the day.. if the night started like this! LOL Great poem!!

Awesome poem Kitten. You sure know know to heat up a page.

Whew!!! Intense indeed
Very well written.

Naaj

“GULP!” 😳

Well, Dear Poetess,
So much for the site’s pornagrophy rules … LOL!

I’m not so sure it’s all a sin
because done over and again,
there’s a beauty in every stroke
of throaty moans sooo softly spoke.

“You hesitate, but in the end,
I smother you in evening sin.
By midnight moon, you drown content
between my legs as I repent.” (there’s nothin’ better’n making-up)

Not a lot of metaphor, but loads of excellent imagery, giddy flow, smoothly laid syntax, succulent stimulation, consistent 8-count meter, spot-on rhyme scheme ‘n art choice, and presentation appeal.
It’s more than a little obvious this is definitely not your first poetry rodeo … masterfully done, Lady-Poet.

Now, excuse me, please, while I dip my head in a bucket of ice! ⁓ Rascal🖌

Mmmm!
Something must have inspired me … can’t imagine what it was? ; p