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Confessions by Cupid

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Confessions by Cupid

Confessions by Cupid

This comes from my heart
  Resonating from my mind:
The most enchanting part
   Moving me is her behind!


An enchanted lewd Bee
  Chasing fleeing Flowers...
When racy petals I see
  I easily forget the Growers!


I’m randy Cupid in love
  Wielding Arrow by hand
Ferreting the thick grove
  Love’s pleasure to demand.


So, I move in tight jeans
  Dancing, Lover(s) to impress
Like infatuated teens
  I find it easy to undress!


When I freeze with a kiss
  White, as a statue of salt,
When I drown in tart bliss
  I rise in blame’s thunder fault!


25Th Oct’ 2013

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  1. Date: 10/25/2013 9:53:00 AM
    Some naughty cupid this!!!!! ;-) GREAT use of imagery....Naughty but nice....Thanks for your sweet words of my latest poem...I'm touched!!!

    Matose Avatar Joseph Matose
    Date: 10/25/2013 10:14:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks Songstress. Angels always sing-along! Cheers, JM
  1. Date: 10/25/2013 7:32:00 AM
    I like the bawdy feel of this piece, JM. Naughty in a vague way; that's how I write my more randy pieces myself. Sort of a "read between lines" kind of sensuality. Great job, bud; kudos :)

    That Archaic Poet Avatar Just That Archaic Poet
    Date: 10/25/2013 9:14:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    It makes me immensely happy to know I was able to inspire you; your talent is great and immeasurable :)
    Matose Avatar Joseph Matose
    Date: 10/25/2013 7:50:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Exercising (exorcising) the Demons inspired me with pun. The last line on this poem; I rise in blame's thunder pun for thunderbolt. I took this pun from you. Thanks Buddy. Friend JM.