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Juices flow for you
Creative and otherwise
Most delicious muse
  Jun 2014 John Marcus
CommonStory
A simple cafe
The woman with the latte
I see her
Those peach pink lips
Your jeans fadded blue
Blonde curly hair
Skin so fair
Oh the things I would do

Across the room
Her Carmel colored skin
Brown long hair
Breast perked so
Coke bottled body

And you
Oval shaped eyes
Sun kissed freckles
so fun sized

Burgundy bleached hair
Suckulant grape lips
Thick curved waist
Coffee hazeled eyes

Eyes....
She pierced my sight
I glanced back
She knows I'm looking
My deviant thoughts
Tension rises
Three seconds four and five
I break contact I head to the door
Stumble
******
She's at the door
Our bodys touch

"Hey do you dance"
I so dance
Respond
"Yeah I do"
" well you should meet my boyfriend
He does to"
******

Friend zoned
John Marcus Jun 2014
Chillin on the west side
playing my song
got that kia soul with my cheap shades on
gonna run right through the night
jump off the gate
fall to the ground
it dont matter, still hitting this town
oh it never felt so right
Chillin on the sofa
with a tank top
super califragilistic down to my socks
let it go right to my head
tv screen, mario kart
everybody knows that I get a head start
and its never left unsaid
John Marcus May 2014
Her eyes shine bright

Standing out in the crowd

She stands out beautifully against the docks

Walking so swiftly

Across the rocks

The  rocks are jagged

Smoothened by her touch

If you think you can catch her

Your out of luck

I tried to catch her eyes

While she looked my way

I saw her walked towards me

I started to sway

She ran into my arms

I held her real tight

She looked up to me

I could tell she didn't want a fight

I held her close to me

I held her through the night

We watched the stars light up

I felt happy and calm

She did too

We finally kissed

In front of the moon

We took our time

I felt her swoon

I looked into her eyes

They stood out a lot

She stood out greatly

Against the whole lot

— The End —