Fallen past the realities of a dream,
I fall into the bosom of a sultry goddess,
One whom's sexed aroma arouses more than thoughts,
Crimson fingers tangle in the hair of love,
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:) . The title speaks for itself... One can't blame you for being so passionate, what with Italian blood running through your veins! Very promiscuous poem...
your usage of word sexed just like Shakespeare created words you are giving fresh dimension to the words - it like that's why! Hello Jacqui is 100% when she attributed your poem as promiscuous. I say the very promiscuous poem! Well done - decent Job! Also see my new word coined by for the purpose of explaining a fingerling in poem Oh Darling! A Tenderling! Solo Fingerling - A Fish Baths In Turbulent Life-Ring!