You ask me my name
Only after we’ve made love
I tell you I’m nameless
You don’t seem to mind
I don’t want you to see
My body in daylight
I don’t want you to know
Anything about me
I don’t want you to hear
My voice when we’re sober
I don’t want you to think
It’s love when you’re near
Under the covers we know it’s forever
Under the covers we feel this is truth
Under the covers you call me your lover
Under the covers we stay ’til we’re through
this is beautiful
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Hey, I’m glad you like it. Thanks for taking time to read and comment.
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no problem, you have a very beautiful style
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Oh yeah… how many times have I been there, under the covers?
Evocatively written.
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Hey Devious Blogger… that was a nice one. Why don’t you participate in twitter poem contests? I am sure you would win accolades.
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Because they all require you to wear pants and I can’t write with pants on!
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And thank you kindly for your compliment and reading and all that good stuff.
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Good poetry… Keep writing Keep inspiring
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Reblogged this on manjiisrael.
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The shame and glory…
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