Swiftly I feel you,
That breeze from your lips
As your hand slowly caresses
My side and my hips.
The thought that you’re here
Doesn’t quite warm the soul:
You mean nothing to me
This belief’s bad to behold
Societies ideal
Where love can flourish
Is not quite one
That I agree with, nor cherish
You mean to me
No more than friend or foe
Good times shall be had,
But nothing much more, this I know
Really, I’m sad
That this is all we can be
But trust me, it’s the best
When you’re dealing with a person like me:
And now my rhymes broke,
This poem, gone asunder
For my thoughts and feelings have encroached from yonder:
**** you society, these modern ideals ****
Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
Swiftly I feel you,
That breeze from your lips
As your hand slowly caresses
My side and my hips.
The thought that you’re here
Doesn’t quite warm the soul:
You mean nothing to me
This belief’s bad to behold
Societies ideal
Where love can flourish
Is not quite one
That I agree with, nor cherish
You mean to me
No more than friend or foe
Good times shall be had,
But nothing much more, this I know
Really, I’m sad
That this is all we can be
But trust me, it’s the best
When you’re dealing with a person like me:
And now my rhymes broke,
This poem, gone asunder
For my thoughts and feelings have encroached from yonder:
**** you society, these modern ideals ****
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