Poems from quietwhispersinthewind

Pussy is that how others see me a coward filled with anxiety and trepidation too fearful to exist without  gentle coddling  mewling and...
embarassment standing awkwardly unsure, hesitantly cheeks aflame with a roaring fire whispering children now conspire do i speak or sink...
it seems so easy to cry now the tears coming from some ever replenishing source and I am not startled any longer when a hot stream flows...
sometimes i am so easily decieved I believe what i wish to be true and when the fantasies of my infancy are ripped from my grasp I weep at...
I do my best to be vivacious I smile even though my eyes face the ground I mutter the colloquialisms so necessary  to be polite innocous...

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