Friday, August 12, 2011

Ahnedonia

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I think of her when I’m inside of you.
She used to do what you can’t seem to do.
I’m sorry it’s just the truth.


Addicted to what she did,
channeled heaven with her hips.
Memories of freak amazement,
welcoming thighs and willing lips.

Madness laughed at sanity,
tortured in the garden alone,
forever trapped in her abyss,
a slave to her black snake moan.


I think of her when I’m inside of you.
She used to do what you can’t seem to do.
I’m sorry it’s just the truth.

17 comments:

  1. Yea man...It just be like that sometimes...

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  2. ooo-ie yeah bluesy feeling -

    OmG! I adore the Emotions [the
    group]

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  3. Oh wow so she does what I can't seem to do. Damn....lol...jk I can do a lot more...lol

    Love this one

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  4. @Sunny

    Ha! I be you can and Thanks.

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  5. Well DAMN! I like this alot. What is the meaning behind the title?

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  6. WOW. My first time stopping in and I immediately fell in love with this piece. Needless to say, I shall be reading through and returning!

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  7. @Cali

    Thanks. Ahnedonia is the inability to experience pleasure from activities formerly found enjoyable.

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  8. @Much2inspired

    Thanks and come back again.

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  9. OH yeah..Hmph I knew that ..lol.. No but thats HOT!

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  10. Ok, so here I am thinking that you were taking a break from your blog! Apparently, the subscriber link broke somehow :(.

    Love the new design lol and really digging this poem. You have expanded my vocabulary and tickled my umm brain. :) Thanks, J.

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  11. @Coco
    Thanks for your kind words and your welcome. I've been known to tickle a brain or two.

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