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Her eyes flicker down
behind the candlelight
Long flowing hair cover half of her face
a sight you simply
can't replace.
Her perfume lingers
smells that are delightfully ******
we touch fingers and
my mind goes psychotic.
she plays very well
from her taste
i can tell.
an angel?
a devil?image1.JPG
either way
i'll beg to her level.
I'd love to give you my whole life
To make you glow, make you my wife
I'd love to buy you diamond rings
Soft silk and satin, a clock that sings
Lalique and pearls and walnut curls
A painted sea that ebbs and swirls

I'd love to have just half a chance
To watch you laugh, click heels and dance
If I could take you by the hand
We'd run barefoot on sloping sands
Where once you swam as time began
Stole birthday kisses from this man

I'd love to leap into your arms
To catch your breath, capture your charms
I'd set you free to fly forever
We'd dive and swoop and soar together
We'd own the sky, the heavens high
And every cloud that ever cried

If I could give you yesterday
We'd never find a better way
To live and love and share our dreams
To give so much until it seems
Our hopes and fears, our salty tears
Have flowed as one through all these years
She couldn't be a mortal, just simply born;
but truly a goddess, ignited, free from form.
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The day the ground met with her delicate toes
was the night the stars aligned in symmetrical rows.
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In dream, she dances and glides upon air.
Awake, she braids comets in the threads of her hair.
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My greetings seem hollowed, I am drifting afloat.
The language of fondness is a lump in my throat.
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Her outline is gleaming with a soft, vermilion luster.
Her eyes, subtle jasper, urges your core not to trust her.
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Not a staza, nor an epic can contain flawless grace,
or the yearning I feel when we are sharing this space.
tlp
this is for those without the words to describe
 Feb 2015 Devilgirlzdream
HB
Love's a risk
And no matter what,
It will always be a risk worth taking
a note to everyone who has had their heart torn apart because of love
 Oct 2014 Devilgirlzdream
Styles
The truth be told,
to each is his own,
giving up, I can't condone.
Turning these goals to gold,
never gets old. It calms my soul.
Using my gifts, to spread bliss
is my purpose, it's worth it.
Received guidance,
so I return it.
This knowledge,
I've earned it,
worked hard, and learned from it.
It's called living life;
that's the verdict.
Can't win them all,
no ones perfect.
But, can't lose them all
so trying is worth it.
Just be careful how you word it.
Chasing dreams with closed eyes
without a purpose,
means your lost.
So be aware of the cost.
At all cost,
believe in yourself.
Take care,
forsake the wealth for your health,
so you can fight fear,
with the progression of self.
Even though fear isn't there,
all hope could disappear,
if your not prepared,
to take it there.
He's giving her a piggyback ride across Harvey Avenue.
She's barefoot, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist.
In her hands a killer pair of heels click against each other.

She whispers something to him and laughs.
I want to know what it is--but to know would
unravel both space and time--it would make this
Monday night, in this anodyne, red-brick district
partly mine. Walking past, I let them go with a nod
and a "beautiful night."
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