of love
~~~
a response to
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5160760/revised-riposte-know-nothing-of-love/
><><><><
always spaces of time between the times,
when the pen picks me up,
demandin girl, time to get a word in
men
they know nothing of love,
but imagine pulling our hair
is second to none
in arousing our
pain
for their greater gain
in the dominance theoretical of
making love
all the wrong words
are kissing and missing in your exposition
but the net net I bet,
is indeed, you know nothing of love
other than raw sexuality
do you not know sensual?
do you not ken the sensuous?
the slow tracing of a finger
over my espoused, exposed feelings,
when the most important thing that matters
is that my partner understands?!?!
has anyone ever traced
your body from toes to node,
and kissed your forehead
over and over and again,
then stabbed you in the heart
with that precious instrument
in the space between the body's *******
stoking fervor to which no drug compares?
do tou think my
hunger and thirst
in any way
compares to your pedestrian definition?
I know I know
You know,
That the title of your poem is a lie,
you think you know everything and all the reasons why,
love's grandeur is easily available
on any given night,
but know this:
you have never tasted it true,
for no has ever tasted it,
in you!
postscript:
even your name betrays you man,
you're a novice, a greenhorn,
a rookie neophyte in the great
experience of love
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 4:59 PM UTC
of love
~~~
a response to
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5160760/revised-riposte-know-nothing-of-love/
><><><><
always spaces of time between the times,
when the pen picks me up,
demandin girl, time to get a word in
men
they know nothing of love,
but imagine pulling our hair
is second to none
in arousing our
pain
for their greater gain
in the dominance theoretical of
making love
all the wrong words
are kissing and missing in your exposition
but the net net I bet,
is indeed, you know nothing of love
other than raw sexuality
do you not know sensual?
do you not ken the sensuous?
the slow tracing of a finger
over my espoused, exposed feelings,
when the most important thing that matters
is that my partner understands?!?!
has anyone ever traced
your body from toes to node,
and kissed your forehead
over and over and again,
then stabbed you in the heart
with that precious instrument
in the space between the body's *******
stoking fervor to which no drug compares?
do tou think my
hunger and thirst
in any way
compares to your pedestrian definition?
I know I know
You know,
That the title of your poem is a lie,
you think you know everything and all the reasons why,
love's grandeur is easily available
on any given night,
but know this:
you have never tasted it true,
for no has ever tasted it,
in you!
postscript:
even your name betrays you man,
you're a novice, a greenhorn,
a rookie neophyte in the great
experience of love
grrr
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5160760/revised-riposte-know-nothing-of-love/
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