Warrior Poetry: 300m
By admin
Updated: October 24, 2013

By Alucin Acies
Once you have snuggled
to your prone unsupported,
shoulder stock welded,
sound dulled, contorted,
proper alignment.
I feel my way across
her smooth crescent firmness.
She finds her niche in me,
as I do her.
Your parallax visions align,
as your steadied breath
signals, our embrace.
We squeeze together, becoming one.
As she breaks to my will, our world erupts –
The release of our union ends, with a soft metallic click.
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Sahal
October 24, 2013 at 8:56 pm
Hey guys this is a bit off topic but have you heard about Saudi Arabia? Their intelligence chief and ambassador to the US, said that the Kingdom was considering severing diplomatic ties with the United States over Syria, Palestine, and Iran. Isn’t about time we stopped supporting those fuckers?
Robert
October 29, 2013 at 6:34 am
Oh hell yeah…..
STJ
October 24, 2013 at 9:26 pm
Of topic but I agree