Comments on: monday

By: Bill

Bill — Wed, 25 Apr 2007 20:04:43 +0000

God, I love this poem monday. Spooning with you when we’re both spent, and it’s a rainy day, and your back is against my chest, and I’m holding you tight, and I’m smelling your hair. And I don’t want to move. I am feeling so lucky to have a girl like you, and I am loving knowing that you love me and feel safe with me and we will do this again and again.
I want to hold this moment and make it last.

By: tom

tom — Thu, 27 Apr 2006 01:32:16 +0000

If but wishing could make it so!!!

By: Angela St. Lawrence

Angela St. Lawrence — Tue, 25 Apr 2006 08:16:12 +0000

You crazy guy! kisses

By: Jacob

Jacob — Tue, 25 Apr 2006 07:25:24 +0000

I love it when you talk dirty You know what I like about this poem? I like how there is a world outside, the ordinary world, and there is the desire for human warmth and affection, ordinary, but when you say “slip my panties down and fit the length of your prick up the crack of my ass” I blush. Why? It is perfectly normal, but we need to hear it, otherwise the ordinary world is just too ordinary and grey and if we don’t fufill our carnal desires, then we never bring to each other the real warmth and affection that God gave us the ability to share.