Looking At You, Open the gates of my senses
I smell the fresh paint of a sexual atmosphere
The taste of sweat is very salty to my tongue
Your skin all wet from overwork exhaustion
I hear your gulps of pure delight from my sexual touch
About the Creator
Mariann Carroll
Proactive for positive change.Born in the City of Chicago ,Illinois.
Multi race .Studied in a foreign country .Fluent in several languages .
fascinated by diversity.A Romantic and a dreamer.Interest in healthy living
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Chronic Ache in the Soul of a Single Parent
There is a chronic ache in the soul of a single parent. It lingers, feeling endless. This ache feels so difficult, especially when you look at other families. They seem so… whole. They seem so joyful and complete. There is a husband and a wife and children in a stroller. Thinking about your single state, you realize how awkward you feel, how out of place at various functions and gatherings. They are all happily together and you’re miserably alone. Disappointment with the current life circumstances just settles in to stay, or so it feels. How could these layers of disappointment be broken up anyhow?
By Rowan Finley 7 days ago in Humans
Comments (7)
well done
Oh my! I need to put the fan on lol! 😆😁
Very intimate and intense.
Oooo, that was so hot ans intimate! So happy to read a new poem from you!
Ohhh, now this has some heat to it. Nicely done
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A sensual experience indeed. Love the featured image too. Well done