"whitesnake" poems
Welcome all friends who are allowed in.
You came to see a show but little did you know
that the girl you're about to witness
has no **** and only fitness.
Strong thighs, abs that lead to a v,
Long hair to cover where there's not much to see.
( o )( o )
When she walked, she walked tall.
When she danced, she took off her bra.
She could drop it low,
pick it up slow,
shake her *** better than your average skanky ***
( o )( o )
Fantasies of 80s rock music came alive
and it's hardly more than I can take.
I blacked out during my entire performance
on amateur night..
to Whitesnake.
( o )( o )
As I do recall,
first is the worst,
second is the best.
For that's what I got
with such a little chest.
I left with my pride
and 600 dollars in my boot.
Bucket list off for dancing on a pole
in my birthday suit.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
There has been a change of program,
This new broadcast will be brighter than the rest,
The songs on the radio sound different,
Things have changed.
The trees, the grass, the sky,
They remind me of you,
New emotions replace the old pain.
I run my hand along the wall,
And I hear you whisper,
I hear you call my name,
So soft, so sweet,
This is new, it has been a while,
Since I felt this warmth,
Since my heart began to melt.
I'll tell you about the touch of her hand,
It's like a breeze of lightning in the air,
Electrifying,
I get goosebumps.
I run my hands along the ridges of her face,
Her eyes, innocent, they smile.
Our lips touch as the red sun kisses the sea,
Sand embrace our feet,
And the water reaches out to greet every so often,
The sea is cold,
But there is warmth in being here,
With the one who stepped out of my dreams,
And took shape in my soul.
I'll paint the sky for you.
Maybe this is what they talked about in school,
When they talked about love.
Maybe this is what Whitesnake sang about,
Do you think so too?
Do you feel it too?
I touch her lips and she whispers,
Je T'aime.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
To sit right there, next to her, I’d wish.
Time would fade away in unimportance
The pain of the past would silently vanish
We’d sluggishly fall in a delightful romance.
If you’re unsure , i’ll take your hand into mine , clumsy Cinderella.
If it’s raining with tears,let my hug become your umbrella.
The timid drop of sadness in her crystal eyes
The cusp of her shivering,inviting lips ...time flies
away,as the naughty desire swiftly increases,
"You’ve been diagnosed with one of the sweetest diseases."
The life wasn’t easy,but I had two pretty dolls.
They gave me the strength.Their love was so true.
But you’re delicately lowering your eyelids.
Disappointed by yesterday,who caressed you?
You’be been for so long only you and yourself.
You grew a hard shield.The past would not yield
The thoughts aren’t yours.And it’s been hours
Of sadness, like an suffering angel with wings made of lead.
Yet I’m here with you ,ready to plead :
„I’m not going anywhere,I won’t be a shadow of yesterday.
I came for your forsaken child,I want to hang out and play.”
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC