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 |  2413631 | Aug 18, 2007 8:14am | My fond thoughts of loving you,
come upon the autumn days,
Nights when we ran to meet in a fever of lust.
Your brown eyes open like your secret garden... and I entered.
The gaze you give is pure in love and want.
Pimento cheese become the unlikely fruit in your mouth,
as I sucked your tongue.
How I miss our sunny day rendezvous before God's sky.
On brown couches and the forest we shared...
On the fallen tree where you red and white frilly underwear sat...
Your clammy skin in the rush... and your sunken wanton eyes in the firelight...
Your patience for my love and the reception you gave upon it's arrival...
I will always remember our last strong night when we lost our clothes,
There were a ton of little things I wanted to say, But I never did.
I left without saying a word for a personal war and you walked to yours too.
My regret... we grew apart from our paradise and lost it.
Your sweet return is a dream...
I can feel it like the smell of your distant breath...
Your vacant love is the bird I hear... and the wall to climb until I die... |
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|  briand121 | Jan 4, 8:34am | This line has some perfect imagery:
"I will always remember our last strong night when we lost our clothes"
Nice! |
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Sponsor |  veronicaromm | Feb 5, 12:35pm | She blue him a kiss
It was shaped like her lips
He caught it with pride
For it had made quite a trip.
Over the cities
And the great sea.
A wondrous voyage
It had turned out to be.
So once it arrived
It was placed with great care
On the forehead belonging
To a Hawaiian Heir.
He smiled as he felt it
Rush through his veins.
This kiss that brought with it
The cure for his pains.
Copyright ©2007 Veronica Romm |
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