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I ride on your  thighs  and  I  embrace  you  with  my  both  hands The wind scraps our sweet  deep  love dance  off with the sudden gusts Our  swift  flicks  it  several  times, its tip  just  touching the wet sand. The sky is blue, leaves  of  our  tree are covered with  orange  rust. My hands moved down your  body before reaching your  warm hips The   predation   tremor  in  the  life dance of  thrills  flounder Cradling my body in your arms my  lips are against your lips You make  me shiver as my eyes wandered endlessly over. You take  steps, make the turn  into , become a part of  my dance. I feel  an explosion of dawn light  ,stirrings of herald You gonna take me to a place where  I can be so high in trance It is a  new world in the  grain and  love in your eyes of emerald. You keep real close, lover whispers , I fly to the heavens’ high You run  fingers through my hair,  dance  lips  in orbital circle Another rip in the space time continuum, and a return of fry, Our love makes slain the  deity who is surrounding our crepuscle.
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Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 7:22 AM UTC
Dance of love
I ride on your  thighs  and  I  embrace  you  with  my  both  hands The wind scraps our sweet  deep  love dance  off with the sudden gusts Our  swift  flicks  it  several  times, its tip  just  touching the wet sand. The sky is blue, leaves  of  our  tree are covered with  orange  rust. My hands moved down your  body before reaching your  warm hips The   predation   tremor  in  the  life dance of  thrills  flounder Cradling my body in your arms my  lips are against your lips You make  me shiver as my eyes wandered endlessly over. You take  steps, make the turn  into , become a part of  my dance. I feel  an explosion of dawn light  ,stirrings of herald You gonna take me to a place where  I can be so high in trance It is a  new world in the  grain and  love in your eyes of emerald. You keep real close, lover whispers , I fly to the heavens’ high You run  fingers through my hair,  dance  lips  in orbital circle Another rip in the space time continuum, and a return of fry, Our love makes slain the  deity who is surrounding our crepuscle.
Category: Poetry MCN: CMAHB-W7NXV-GAJQF © copyright Sun Apr 11 20:24:17 UTC 2010 - All Rights Reserved- From The prison of my mind
marieta-maglas
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marieta-maglas
Romanian
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 7:22 AM UTC
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