Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend. The seductive spider that calls you back again, to seek more of the elixir that feels like home, only to start the cycle over again. Your an incredible storyteller brother who knows how to paint a picture. Appreciate you.

Damian

Superb contrast between the innocent vulnerable hapless victim and the absinthe and the thieving whore. God, you’re on fire, Thomas.

Like Jenny from Forest Gump; perhaps she can be reformed. LOL.
Your prose is spot on. The descriptive elements set a shadowy stage, highlights are found in the wording.
Great atmospheric build.

Your writing is remarkable. The details and atmosphere are always spot on. Nice work!

Thanks. I appreciate it.

Hahaha, it happens, but it’s not just street girls that rob those pockets. Do you know the greater manipulators and thieves some times sleep in our beds. The descriptions within your pieces are as always tight

Thank you. Much appreciated.

All you wanted was to write. The repetition of that statement lends itself to the idea of an escape hatch from something. And Jenny wanting a room, also an escape hatch. And that damn bottle of absinthe turned it all inside out. Loved the spider reference. Come into my web…

Lol. Thank you.

Passionately penned, Thomas. Beautiful write my friend, can’t go wrong with Van Morrison. Appreciate you.

Damian

This has a nice build to it Thomas. The wait and the mind, taking you where the body wants to go.

A lovely detailed piece. As Damian also said, Van Morrison is the king! GREAT!

Bloomin brill good sir and I most definitely aint talking fish .. Neville

Well, damn. From the tedium of the ticking clock to the eruption of passion upon her arrival, this was a held breath piece! Damn…

Thanks. You are great.

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.

It must have been something to behold. Nice piece, Thomas.

Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Excellent storytelling my friend, I really dig the layers in your work my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Stirring stuff, Thomas! I felt I was there with you, with her, with her ass – knowing how tremendously realistic your delicious poetic fantasies tend to become mid-verse… it’s probably just as well that I wasn’t! Harriet-Jacqui xx

So great Thomas. Nice work!

The flesh offers as many charms as does the bottle, Thomas, and pulls us through desperate times like nothing else: a respite and a jail, both with sweet, slick memories that can sustain as well as strangle life. Well written and remembered.

Thanks, my friemd.

I live how you brilliantly rounded this out – starting with the ass, and finishing with the ass. The darker, harsher, more gritty memories walking between the reminiscence of that ass. It teases with questions but in the kind of way that stirs the mind rather than leaving dissatisfied. Always that ass…

lol Thanks

That button is my favorite part. And it’s important too. lol Nice one, Thomas.

The innovation and imagination in your romantic poetry constantly enthralls me, you’re standout different, unique, Thomas xx

Passionately penned, Thomas. Excellent write with stellar imagery my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Very nice indeed if you don’t mind me saying so sir .. Neville 😎👍

Naughty, naughty. XXX. Great write here.

I love how the poem tiptoes around the edges of definition and weighs in with description. This is perfectly executed! Apparently that button is everything

I think so. Lol