Best Poem of Quenten McClellan

Pretty pink nipples laid on dusty sands
The mountains quivered
Under shaking glands
Her legs slithered
Under my hooks and hands . . .
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Time Of Her Eyes
Time is trapped
In your eyes,
A glance to me,
Was the stopping of the tides.

We sat confined,
By time and sea,
Words spilled without sound,
May i never breathe.

The soft patterns of your lips,
I wish upon my cheek.

To wake in the morning,
With you next to me . . .
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