I hope they come in reckless swarms
Blow in like the worst storms ever seen
Breaking windows and tearing off doors
Flooding my inbox with inappropriate messages
Even rushing toward me with lusty hands
Wearing mouthwatering lingerie
Or nothing but flirty smiles
And in numbers too large to count
In fact, I hope they come
Nonstop, every day
Just so I can show you how
I’d turn them all away in favor of you
It is like a suspense poem, the last like makes the whole poem whole.
“Suspense poem”: I like that term! I think you’re right about the last line, too.
Nicely written. 😀 You’ve no idea what is coming till you read to the end.
I like “Suspense poem” that Cassa said. 🙂
Thanks 🙂 Glad you appreciated that ending!
You’re welcome. 😀
Good one Benjamin!! was wondering how it would end till the very end 😀
Thanks. That means a lot coming from you!
The imagery on this one was strong, and the sentiment even stronger. I guess that was the point.
Well written, well articulated, and most of all well played. 👌🙌
Thanks. 🙂
You had me going there….
Good to know. Thanks for sharing your thoughts!
Welcome.
Nicely penned… You have a knack of giving surprises in the end
I like the sweet message of loyalty to true love 💖
Yes. It’s hard to find true love, but once you do you never want to let it go for anything, I think.
True love is miraculous, even when it’s over. 🙏💖
That’s a interesting thought. Maybe you’re right. Even things that last for only a short while can be as important as the things that last longer. The impact of true love can never be diminished no matter the final outcome.
Absolutely stunning and gunning work of art, Benjamin! Kudos, truly inspiring to see writing like this.
Thanks!!
Nicely done. It has a bit of Neruda flare to it ♥️ 🌹
Thanks. Yes, it some ways I was channeling him on this one! I’m glad you picked that up!
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