Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

A Passionate Relationship

In case I didn’t make myself clear
Try not to make me hot sweetheart

I remember that worn out pink sweater
Roughed out fuzzball fluffs under my chin.
Like the ass of a worn out swim suit,
And in that moment you let me love you there.

Don’t get me wrong, you are a friend of mine
Like the love of an artist for a young women,
Necessary to my love and my life.

You don’t know when I sit and watch
And you reach, and you touch and you
Put your legs around me for a laugh.
With a heave I push air through my nose
And feel the hair on my arm grow
That’s the force I move between us.

I’ve worn your clothes with nothing-on underneath.
I’ve absorbed your tears, you’ve clawed into me.
And I restrict myself to these moments.

Some kill the ones they love with a kiss
Thank god that’s not between us.

In case I didn’t make myself clear
Don’t make me hot my dear.

HOT poem!

loved the closing rhyming couplet ... it pulled it together

you have some vivid lines in here

Oh man indeed this is a hot hot poem.
Burnin good.
H

awesome writ! love it. passion and grit all in one. nice!

I always wondered if and this shit happened along time ago and who knows what really happened (supprisingly still relevant thought-to me anyway) If Oscar Wilde knew he was getting himself in trouble, i don't mean by being w/men i mean by being with Bosely....he must have.

I've had a very keen sensation before of going somewhere I knew woould only lead me into well lets say, it wouldn't lead me into typical marital bliss but I couldn't help but do it anyway. It was like watching myself from the outside.

Dor and Hest- It is very hard to find strong women like yourself.

SmileGRL- Whats the point in life if it doens't have a good bit of bite and grit?

wow!!! love your expression.

I’ve worn your clothes with nothing-on underneath.
I’ve absorbed your tears, you’ve clawed into me.
And I restrict myself to these moments.


wow.

enjoyed this'n. i'm with the alien on lines to like.

the sweater part turned out well.

those little fuzzballs have a name. a technical term i think... pilling. that's it.

oh, the most important thing i had to say about this: i think you can do a better title.

different title...it was kind of last minute

pilling...i was wondering what that was.

I love the feeling of pilling. its hard to desccribe but for me a very specific texture/memory.

mindbum always a pleasure to hear your thoughts.

yet another entry in
my list of things to
envy-

wake me, quick!