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Something....

Something about you....
I can't put my finger on it,
but my hands tell me all I need to know
Tracing and dancing across every sleeping curve
A brief spark of electricity following fingertips in tow.


But passing you in hallways, I need to know more
If I see you, I must touch you
Hold you, until you melt into my pores.


I've never seen a love this all-consuming
To throw convention to the wind in all that we're doing
Then again, I've never been this spoiled
And you smile, knowing that I'm damn near ruined.


Is it because you're forbidden?
The candy behind the window,
The secret that stays hidden?
Or is it just the pure deliciousness of your soul
That forever sways me to do your bidding?


All I can explain is that you're comforting warmth
Even in the hottest of all summers
You feel like home, you're my Gaia,
My goddess queen, my Earth-mother...


I should probably have a thorough head examining
Because sometimes I take your left hand in mine
And while you never suspect a thing
I sometimes close my eyes and imagine
The soft "clink" of unseen rings.
— Taylor Delaware, Aug 02, 2009

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Janice Pearce

Janice Pearce

16 years 10 months ago

Something

Sounds like a serious, caring,sensual relationship. I liked the ending with the imigainary "clink" of rings. ____________________________________________________ Income-tax forms should be more realistic by allowing the taxpayer to list "Uncle Sam" as a dependent Anonymous
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16 years 9 months ago

LOL

"Income-tax forms should be more realistic by allowing the taxpayer to list “Uncle Sam” as a dependent Anonymous" How true... :)
Juin Deveraux

Juin Deveraux

16 years 3 months ago

One of my favorites

I have to go back to my favorites every once and a while and this is easily my top 5! my favorite two lines... "Hold you, until you melt into my pores." and "I sometimes close my eyes and imagine The soft “clink” of unseen rings." Beautifully written. :)