serpentine night
diabolonian dreams
beg the question of
how many orgasms
in life are enough;
how many lives are
required to satisfy
an insatiable fragrance
of flesh.
Poem © 2012 R. Burnett Baker
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Wednesday, February 15, 2012
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That's a good question. I would venture to say one could never put a number to it. Probably goes for the second question as well:)
ReplyDeleteVery nice Mag!
Delicious question...
ReplyDeletesaved this. someday i'll use this as an epigraph of a collection. this will birth a lot of poems.
ReplyDeletethere are some things in life that need no cap...smiles.
ReplyDeleteah that Brian...you got to luv him
ReplyDelete...but it takes only one love
Tess is right ... my thoughts turned to the delicious variety as I read your Mag!!! Yes!
ReplyDeleteI hate people who quote themselves yet here I am. I wrote something a few years ago that came to mind when I read this and your comment in my latest. As a generation, we have lost the capacity to love. We are all just mounds of flesh filled to the brim with lust, need and friskiness.
ReplyDeleteI guess it's like monopoly. you gotta know the currency if you want to stay in the game.
Magical words; I love your poetry!
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Elvia
http://the-new-outlet.blogspot.com/
Who's counting? This is terrific...
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ReplyDeleteVery exclusive photo and article thanks for sharing.
Delete'Insatiable fragrance of flesh' -- good one!
ReplyDeleteOooo interesting question and one that can be looked as in various ways... Great poem!
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