Stumbling Towards Desire Comments
I stumble pajamaed, half asleep toward the object of my desire.
in memory, it calls to me, of passionate pleasures experienced prior.
The morning's night is the consummate time for secret rondeaus discrete.
With ninjaly sneak I arrive at the door - my illicit joy within reach.
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The desires may be secret, but their expression may not be so in pseudonym.
A spymaster's pizza delight. But who was the villain that stole the pizza, I hope it was pepperoni!
A concise and passionate bit of verse nicely crafted with artistic brilliance. Very powerfully and movingly penned.
I'm glad you liked it - but artistic brilliance might be stretching it - HA!
So well written and so adorable! Put a welcomed smile on my face. Merci beaucoup, le final c'etais pas atendu!
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7/19/2025 4:28:14 AM # 1.0.0
Clown School 101: brightly lit visions of desire set us up for pratfalls time after time.