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Sep 2013
Weird Love!

I'm sat here in the rain.
It's not raining.
It's blazing hot.
My heart is dripping sorrow.
Oozing out slowly.
In a minute trickle.
40 beats a minute.
Causes such a pickle.
The heart relaxes.
Beats real slow.
While the head becomes engaged.
Takes a little musing time.
While I try to make him mine.

Tomorrow the sun may shine.
Maybe tell me.
You are mine.
Maybe tell you.
I am yours.
Keep inside my kitty's claws.
No talons here.
I'm soft and gentle.
Together.
You and I are mental.
The sorcerer's apprentice.
Messed up another spell.
Sending mischief very well.
Full of silly nonsense.
It's getting so much hotter.
The atmosphere so close.
Going from writing poetry.
To maybe writing mighty prose!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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