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His words flow like honey Down the curves of my body. They taste so good behind His lips, that I just can't resist. I know, he'll hurt me one day, He'll hurt me so bad I can't stand it. But right now his hands caress me And his chest is so warm All sliding across mine. How could this be wrong? This feels so damn right, like How things were meant to be. Until tomorrow. |
your poem although quite dull which is ok has a hidden sparkel. I don't want to pry into your life but i am asuming it is about you and an infatuation or passion if you like, about a boy who you know will be wrong one day. Darling for someone as young as you (although i am young too) this poem if structured correctly and words swapped around could really take someone's breath away. And that hidden sparkel...Shows any reader that you have the potential to write what ever you like. Keep dreaming alliy | Posted on 2008-08-07 00:00:00 | by Mooncatcher | [ Reply to This ] | |