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damn fine writing


i want to feel it

the ink on your pen

scratching

rough thoughts

on smooth surfaces

i want to smell it

where your mind has been

the brew

of conquest 

and raging desire

i want to see it

what you’ve made of

your world

bleeding out

from every damn word

i want to taste it

what that
kiss was like

and how
 you felt

when it wasn’t yours

i want to hear it

the clash of swords 

the war

hard fought

the territory won



Rene ~ 2013

Comments

  1. let me experience what you have, when you put pen to paper....make me feel it, smell it....and want to escape or roll in it...smiles.

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  2. :-) Big smiles to you, Rene. THIS is the reason I read.

    Pearl

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  3. It is a war getting words on a page, a battle won line by line. Love this.

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  4. Really digging this.

    The third verse is just so good.

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  5. i want to taste it

    what that
    kiss was like

    and how
 you felt

    when it wasn’t yours


    This stanza just really speaks to me!

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  6. A sensual extravaganza of want and need and relationship. Clever, Rene!!!

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/08/20/transformation-2/

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  7. I really love this ~ how the mind leaks thoughts and creations ~ thank you.

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  8. Enjoyed the feel of this..what every write should do..make you feel, taste, hear and experience and share the pain, joy, conquests..well done

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  9. Excellent! This really excited me! Let me be you for a moment!

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