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He tells me to imagine... (Free verse) by RION12

Here we are. On the phone, talking. I tell him my thoughts. He tells me his. We change subjects every few minutes. I then start to daydream. I forget what I'm doing. When I come backn to reality. I notice he is talking about sex. He tells me to imagine him pressing his body against mine. Him kissing my neck slowly. He tells me to imagine him rubing his hands all over me. In my head I say this is lust. At the same time I imagine everything he is saying. The images go through my head. I feel my body turn warm. My body feels so many feels at once.

Blindpoetry 19-Feb-05/9:00 PM
Kind of blandish.
I agree with Dovina on this.
metaphors, similies, oxymorons, personification, ect. -they are your friends. ;)




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