Stuck

Another Valentine's day poem

 

Stuck

 

Love in a form of arrow

a stinger that tends to loom,

often I travel

along this road,

hopeless for the instance,

eyes begin scanning,

color diverse

does not seem to matter

they are all beautiful

as the motion indicates…

Up and down

Left and right

batting,

careful not to look

deep inside.

 

Stuck…

 

A tiny spot on the face

controls the scent,

the enhancing nose

in the shape of a

button,

narrow

long

wide

careful not to

get too close,

like a magnet

 

Stuck…

 

Words spoken

by soft flesh

in the form of lips,

thick

narrow

pointy

shapely

careful not

to get too close

wet and wild

like an uncontrollable

glue

 

stuck…

 

I warned you,

but somehow, it

didn’t matter

what I said…

helplessly

caught by

an arrow

in another

attractive

spot,

a deeply

sensitive area,

and of course,

 

stuck…

Reviews

[closed account]

oooh... goodness,, very nice... as I said before... you are so into this side of you
you need to share it with other men... it's a great thing to just let it out and
be able to explode with your own senuality!!


wonderful write....
a pleasure to read.....

[just is]

I really enjoy this piece here, you can't outrun love that's for sure

[Wildfleour]

I wish these arrows came with GPS systems so they hit the right mark.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Once love finds you there is no where to run thats for sure... I think the arrows these days are even heat seekers.