Lust Poem by Dorsey Baker
Lust
Rating: ★5.0
fingers of the fist
clenched tight-
the fingers of youth
spread wide upon
dusty back
of jet black raven.
the fingers have
no feeling!
until they touch
the wind;
and the wind
only races
through a
finger or two!
Thursday, September 22, 2011
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4/25/2024 4:37:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
the fingers have no feeling! until they touch the wind; and the wind only races through a finger or two! very original way of presentation. a very good poem dear poetess Dorsey. thank u. tony