Porno

She walked towards me And felt my skin. Without touching me. She undressed Her texture bare But why should I care. She doesn’t love me. I don’t love her. We only act When the script is written When the stage is set While the camera’s rolling. A fake desire A fabricated connection A counterfeit romance. A pretended love. This is strictly business This is professional. This is sick.

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Michael Ellis

Date: 1/2/2012 5:06:00 PM

My sentiments exactly. Very deep and truthful with a hint of sarcasm. Great ending line. I am glad I stopped by to read this.

Laura Breidenthal

Date: 8/29/2011 9:48:00 PM

okay okay I'm dying here....THIS IS AWESOME!!! GAAAAhhhhh....okay...lemee breath....*gasp* I REEEALLY LIKE THIS POEM! Always, Laura Ps: Okay, I love it...

Joyce Johnson

Date: 8/4/2011 1:17:00 AM

Interesting writing Kyle., You come up with different subjects from the norm. Thank you for your more than kind words about my poem "Flawed Theory"

Honestly J.T.

Date: 8/4/2011 1:05:00 AM

This is interesting. it has potential.

Natalie The Rogue Rhymer

Date: 8/1/2011 8:32:00 PM

Hi Kyle-I really like this-it's very cleaver and well written. I would just challenge you to reconsider the title and make it something not so literal...it may make more people read this as they should since it is so good. :) Maybe something like...The 'Script' or The 'Set' or 'Scripted' Passion-IDK :)