Tasteless

Tasteless

A Poem by Crinkle°
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I guess.

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Take care of myself to feel pretty
Balm on the body for balm on the soul,
I know how to make it.
It seems men are attracted by my sensuality
And yes, indeed, my body is supple
My skin is sweet
But what means to kiss if it's not kissing you?
What means to make love if it's not with you?
It doesn't make any sense,
It's a cake without cherry. Tasteless.
You asked me to wait six months by respect of our story
How long have you waited?
My libido is gone with your ultimate treachery
And I'm living as a monk
Tasteless.

© 2010 Crinkle°


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oooo, bitter and biting...in a bad way...i too tend to hit those one way relationships

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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. oh, you're astonishing with your brilliance ... you give a whole new universe of meaning to the word "tasteless" ... and with so much panache and care ...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

perfect verse describing the missing ingredient of love .

Posted 13 Years Ago


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i wish i knew how to make it ...
and i have the same problems with kissing,
and love making
and making sense
ah... tasteless is my problem too... i just could never put a label on it

Posted 13 Years Ago


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your metaphors our outstanding~gripping as the hollow of the heart and numbness of the skin left behind~ I can relate~

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It is a beautiful piece, right down to the last word. Reading the last lines, it is like the soul has been sucked out of me, left me with nothing but a shell and a thought.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on August 23, 2010
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Crinkle°
Crinkle°

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