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Jul 03, 2009
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MY LOVER
MY LOVER
When she calls
Her breath
Is like
Oxygen resuscitating
Colors
Of blues
To colors of love
One kiss
I ask
A hundred years
One kiss
Will last
Her head
Her toe
Time will become
A movement
Of lovers
Combining
Time blended
With love
This time
This blending
Of love
Changes into
Passion
Directing sound
Are the
Words evolveing
A body thereof
Our body movements
Evolve
In rhythms
That is faster
That is slow
A melody
Of deeper
My lover
Don’t let go
I love her
More than
Others can see
I will unwrap her
Kissing each
Layer
As a gilt
To me
When she calls
Her breath
Is like
Oxygen resuscitating
Colors
Of blues
To colors of love
One kiss
I ask
A hundred years
One kiss
Will last
Her head
Her toe
Time will become
A movement
Of lovers
Combining
Time blended
With love
This time
This blending
Of love
Changes into
Passion
Directing sound
Are the
Words evolveing
A body thereof
Our body movements
Evolve
In rhythms
That is faster
That is slow
A melody
Of deeper
My lover
Don’t let go
I love her
More than
Others can see
I will unwrap her
Kissing each
Layer
As a gilt
To me
— press, Jul 03, 2009
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Critiques
weirdelf
17 years ago
Nice.
Geezer
17 years ago
This is how it's done Weird......
weirdelf
17 years ago
it was rhetorical, need no ?
press
17 years ago
Hey guys smile
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