James Peranteau Poet Carpe Diem

Mine Last Hurrah

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         Woe is the me 
  if I without supplication
       inflict mine want

    Such hern easy lift
 she is the petite figure 
                of
      mine last hurrah

    No petty kiss from 
      this secrete self
 ‘pon her thankful breast
  only gasp as her press
      found hern goal
I was smitten by her sudor

           Like hot oil
    hern did glaze the me
and I without the wavering
              forgot 
       mine last hurrah

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Dorian Petersen Potter February 16, 2015 at 10:34 AM Very nice pen James!I enjoyed your smooth carpe diem piece, my dear friend.A 7 from me! I wish you a very lovely day! In his light! God bless you! :) D.

James Marshall Goff February 4, 2015 at 9:10 AM Yes, very cool language weave, James!

Andrea Dietrich January 31, 2015 at 9:50 PM love that last part and how she made you forget your last hurrah. Sexy one!

Richard Lamoureux January 31, 2015 at 9:19 AM This one makes me smile. A very interesting use of language. Thanks for your visit today it means a lot. James Peranteau January 31, 2015 at 9:38 AM I told you that I was picky with my writes Richard *smiles*...I don't do this often sir, but I had to modify this write. Thank you for this comment though. Blessings to you Richard....james