A poem I found.

I really REALLY liked this, but I regret to say I do not know who wrote it or if the page is a collection of poems from different authors...I don't know. Here is the link, though, to give the author(s) credit. There are more in the directory that are also really well-written.

http://gretchin.packetwarp.com/poetry/

Cecily speaks
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He kept me like a seashell,
quiet in his pocket, to rub
whenever he wished.
He had a collection of shells,
but I was his favorite;
I neither poked nor chafed him.
I was pink and smooth.
The warrior in him bristled
at this softness, but at night
when the waves fell,
he stroked me and was tender.
He knew nothing of Newton,
only the persuasion of romance
and desire. In the sand,
I was tumbled and polished
until I gleamed, in the dark,
only for him.

Ah. Loves it.

 

That's just trippy man... how it tumbled and was there for the dude.

 

then he found a more vibrant, more beautifully smoother shell and ran the same game, heee heeeee thats my dawg! crazy poem very shelly

 

wow i loved it!