For The Forsaken II

• For The Forsaken (Stanza 1)


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So unheeded and repulsive do I feel,

 like a little dog forsaken,

Labelled as of Shem’s descent, I stand scant chances of progression,

Blessed with this bitter soil on which my labours are futile,

Like an attempt to catch the wind, crying out to the Man is useless.

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This’ the second stanza of ‘For The Forsaken’, I’m still reserving the full poem.

That’s It, Really.

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© Victor Zuze Davies 2017

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Behind The Closed Doors: Moan 🔞

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sliding his

artistic fingers

down her back whilst

kissing her from her neck down

her cleavage was the only thaumaturgy

he needed to get her enchanting

lips to emit a moan

once, then anew.

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Behind The Closed Doors: Heartbeat

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their fiery eyes met

as their heated breaths

scared the goosebumps away,

and in that moment, they listened

to their hearts, beating in synchrony

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Third instalment in Behind The Closed Doors.

That’s it, Really.

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© Victor Zuze Davies 2017

All Rights Reserved.