Dripping...
Dripping off your fingers
And falling away from you
I want to streak your face
But I do not have a clue
Your eyes like an abyss
Where I am drowning
Bestow me this one kiss
To save me from frowning
-@robyneggs
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I like it, dark yet intimate.
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That's what I was thinking. It sounds quite sensual.
The senses are what define my poetic world :-O. I find inspiration in the little things.
Thoughts in these piece of art is fueled mainly by memories, strong ones, by images specifically. There is hesitation by the writing to let out the 100% that she feels when she made this. Overall, it is a masterpiece.
I describe it as Intimacy in several moments sealed in a few lines.
So many things I could have asked for in that poem, yet 'kiss' surfaces. This is the hint you are referring to, I imagine. I wrote this after I broke up with my first boyfriend, or before. Perhaps before I began to date him. It was a period of fruitful writings, full of teenage angst. The poem suggests I am under 18 years of age, because it makes no direct reference to the adult feelings which are being subtly expressed through hints and limerick.