i tried not to be distracted by
the Saints intently watching
the movement,
they are peeping toms
with pained bloodied faces.
the obscenity could have fed the masses.
so i tried not to imagine
little spoonfuls of honey
dripping down their throats
licking and lapping
a midst wet
gripping and grasping.
it was your baritone
that pulled me back
as the room flooded black
and the mahogany headboard’s
dizzying bass began to
creak and smack.
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sheila sea 
I may be a peeping tom because that would definitely distract me lol especially if you are not looking for it. Kind of like a car crash that backs all the traffic up and you just have to see what’s happening for the .05 seconds it takes to pass the scene.
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This certainly packs a punch – i like it very much.
Thank You for sharing.
Best Wishes
john
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Expressive, playful, eloquent and suggestive. Good poem.
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the down side of an eternity is there will be a need for entertainment – boredom is hell
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Hey SHEILA SEA,
I’m so happy to nominate you for the ‘Creative Blogger’s Award’.
You can find the rules here: https://kimberlypitzrick.wordpress.com/2015/03/23/nominated-for-creative-bloggers-award/
Congratulations! You rock!
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I love it!<3
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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