"gingy" poems
Ginger Gingy joys
joining poetry.
Ginger Gingy knows
not much.
But
Ginger Gingy will
have fun.
Jan 27, 2010
Jan 27, 2010 at 5:51 PM UTC
i might fall
for your blue eyes
because i've always had a thing
for guys with blue eyes.
for your strange hair
that goes from ***** to
"gingy" from your scalp
to your stubble,
which i also like
when it's lightly
caressed across my
lower neck.
for your basic style
that says "like me or don't, whatever,"
well I like you even though
i'm usually drawn to your standard ****
or the boy whose parents
took him to hilton head at least
once every summer.
for the way you snore because
i can't stand snoring. my dad's
snoring was like a freight train
slamming into my ear tunnel
every night as a child because
it echoed through the house,
but for some reason, some snores
just don't bother me; they're
comforting, and for some reason,
yours is one of those snores.
for the way you say that you
laugh for no reason, and i always
say "what?" and instead of answering me,
which always annoys me,
you just keep on laughing, and
smiling.
and don't get me even started on that smile,
or even more so, those lips, luscious, thick,
and very good at making it's way
around my entire body, spending time on every
inch, finger, and bone in my hips.
you're quite amazing even though
you're still quite a mystery.
yet, i might not know everything,
quite frankly i don't,
but i know that i might fall.
quite frankly, that's a bit of an understatement.
i'm falling already,
and i'll probably fall in love.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC