Chère E.,
A lovely write again!
But what other comment can you expect from the NL fanclub?

We can offer a discount on the yearly membership fee? Specially for everyone who comments favorably…
And they will come around. Just wait and see.

The day after tomorrow i’ll be back to read it again.
Warm regards, Gus

this line “When love’s blown away, it rains in the soul of mine” I blew out a breath. This is a lovely poem

Thank you for the perfect poem to cheer my miserable rainy night in Epping Forest, England! Lovely poetry. HJ x

Lovely writing Elke.

You don’t post often but when you do I take a breath and smile.🙏

Excellent crafting. The meter and rhymes are tight! It flows so well, and gives the reader a boost to their mood immediately. Encouraging words are always golden. This is.

Beautifully penned, Elke. Excellent write with wonderful words of encouragement my friend. Nicely done, a lovely read. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hello Elke. Your words and poetry is always so delicately crafted. A beautiful, enlightening piece that showcases your amazing talents. xox

Dear E,

Fab piece. For me, this screams the perfect angel. Heaven sent with a lot of hell. I so enjoyed the imagery and the rhyming meter was great. I’m envious of this form since I can’t do it without sounding like mother goose. Poetry with wings. Well done. H 🌷

Dark edges softened by a tender core—your grit and heart live in the same pulse.
Even in the storm, the poem shines, stubborn and kind, like a soul learning to walk straight.

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