Oh this is hot. The wrist inside Tara brought her to climax. Yup very potent and erotic write. love it

Thanks so much.

This is so tender
Favorite part is how you ended it

“with not one hint

of a beginning, no signs of a

middle nor trace of an imminent end even”

“These words may have no beginning”… they have no end either… Enchanting, captivating, breathtaking… passionate as only how passion should be. this is a masterpiece of poetry and love, though the reader smiles as they read, yet it pulls a tender tear from the heart, a tear of love. Mr. Ken would be joyous reading this. beyond gorgeous….

Beautiful work.

Beautifully penned, Neville. A very delicate write my friend. Excellent work.. Appreciate you.

Damian

After reading the comments above, what could I possibly say? Hopefully, and it’s not just my wishful thinking it is the end part that is “real”. But that middle should be “real” as well. Damn Neville, your poem makes the reader (me) hope it is all “real” (and yes, even the fantasy parts!!) The sum of all these parts is: I loved reading your poem, Neville!!!!!!!!!

Curt

its a whole new ball game isn’t it .. You are a braver man than me tho’ Thomas I daren’t try anything new these days .. I’m either stuck in a rut or stuck in my ways .. Just keep using that shovel tho’ mate and you’ll have a hole in one in no time .. 👍

I do know some of these terms. I get antsy watching golf. You do need concentration and a good swing. I liked this

Thank you. You’re the best.

Cleverly penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian

I can relate, because I am a super putt-putter! LOL.
This write is full of vivid detail for sure. And concise but fully delved. Perhaps to be printed and posted at every club house across the country…before the hackers take to the greens. LOL

Yes. Thank you, my friend.

I remember this song well. Tremendous work. You nailed it.

She was “tasty”…er… perhaps I should have kept that to myself. ;0) In the end, though, she was the one who consumed me. Isn’t this the way all ‘obsessions’ end?!!

Mary, searching for and posting this older poem, was worth getting the comment you left. I’m glad you “loved everything about it.”

Funny and sad.
This piece is wonderfully human.

This is sad. He boxed up his soul.

Thank you so much!

This is disturbing, but believable. You need to pass a test before getting a driver’s license, but no qualifications at all are needed to become a parent–the most important job in the world. Numerous are those who go through life with broken souls.