Give In To The Night

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    Give In To The Night

    I'm dusting the furniture of my mind.
    Taking it slow, feeding my flame,
    that burns so softly around the wax.
    Dizzy lights and smooth strides,
    There's a girl in the corner smoking.
    I can smell the nicotine,
    that cracks and pops in the thin filter.
    Her legs,
    so soft,
    under string fish net.
    I reach out to touch her,
    and she takes me all the way
    into the darkness
    of the lust-induced night.

    By: Brandi Deacon
    2010

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    KagenoKitsune commented on Give In To The Night

    04-13-2010

    i am liking this poem. i read it several differant ways but the underlying narcesistic fantesy of betty page masterbation in finding yourself / defining yourself as a person and individual very interestingly put. most entertaining, ty 4 the good read and imagery

    BringMeBullets

    04/13/2010

    Ha ha. Well thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

    BikemanRJ commented on Give In To The Night

    03-25-2010

    Very graphic and erotic sweet read. God Bless BikemanRJ

    BringMeBullets

    03/25/2010

    Thank you. :)

    charmlessman2d commented on Give In To The Night

    03-23-2010

    the more i read your stuff. the more i dig your style. really good movie style imagery.

    BringMeBullets

    03/24/2010

    Thank you so much. :)

    Nadia1986 commented on Give In To The Night

    03-16-2010

    I like how it's about giving in to your wants and needs well done.

    BringMeBullets

    03/17/2010

    Thank you so much.

    Jayandben commented on Give In To The Night

    03-16-2010

    I like how you put yourself into this character :) Very well written

    BringMeBullets

    03/16/2010

    Thank you. :)

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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