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Wasted hours, passing daze All because I see her face My thoughts can freeze As we walk beneath these towering trees. Her hair holds up even in the rain To touch her lips I can't refrain To graze her hips with my fingertips I know would heal my pains. I am a coward to her beauty Afraid of her denial But was my last attempt not futile? Her lips I did meet Oh yes, her gorgeous, gracious, succulent, mesmerizing lips Of which mine briefly became acquainted Makes me cannibalistic for more. I seek not lust, but i must For my daydreams and my night dreams and my left dreams and my right dreams Strip her from her avaunt garde clothing Revealing her olive skin in a florescent room Free from the abysmal gloom For my unworthy hands to gently caress. I press to impress this empress of my thoughts For she supersedes my wants. I don't just want but I need to feel her hair Brush against my bare chest as she lays down To close her eyes next to mine Awaiting the moment they open and see I am still there. What I would do to be with you For even one night (I'd believe in God if I got two.) You certainly are nothing less than bliss But my uncertainty aches me Will I ever get another kiss?
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Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 1:59 AM UTC
Divinity Defines a Godless Goddess
Wasted hours, passing daze All because I see her face My thoughts can freeze As we walk beneath these towering trees. Her hair holds up even in the rain To touch her lips I can't refrain To graze her hips with my fingertips I know would heal my pains. I am a coward to her beauty Afraid of her denial But was my last attempt not futile? Her lips I did meet Oh yes, her gorgeous, gracious, succulent, mesmerizing lips Of which mine briefly became acquainted Makes me cannibalistic for more. I seek not lust, but i must For my daydreams and my night dreams and my left dreams and my right dreams Strip her from her avaunt garde clothing Revealing her olive skin in a florescent room Free from the abysmal gloom For my unworthy hands to gently caress. I press to impress this empress of my thoughts For she supersedes my wants. I don't just want but I need to feel her hair Brush against my bare chest as she lays down To close her eyes next to mine Awaiting the moment they open and see I am still there. What I would do to be with you For even one night (I'd believe in God if I got two.) You certainly are nothing less than bliss But my uncertainty aches me Will I ever get another kiss?
mthew
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Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 1:59 AM UTC
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