sweet GA peaches
Really Experienced
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- Aug 11, 2005
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I know him,
I wear him,
across the pages
of my journal
each entry etched
in timeless and flawless form
correctly sized to the page, snug
as I turn to the next.
I wear him,
in amber hues
that glow beyond
recognition to the sun,
in summers rain
that drown the
daffodils, only-
to bring them back
again and again,
I wear him,
always, and
in all ways
across my heart.
*Just a little play on your words, though the twisted side of me
wanted to write , "I wore him,... I wore him the fuck out", LOL.
But then that angel in me took over, and I played well with others,
*grins*
sGp
I wear him
on my wrist, coming
and going he begets
my attention to kiss.
A pulse tempting, erratic
systematic, temptation, to palm
down, flinch a fold, grab a bite
and sink as low as I can. I fall
behind in practice - for his french
tickler, and shaved smooth lips
of sin, unbutton my heart
and throw caution
to the floor.
~~ naughty thoughts ~
I wear him,
across the pages
of my journal
each entry etched
in timeless and flawless form
correctly sized to the page, snug
as I turn to the next.
I wear him,
in amber hues
that glow beyond
recognition to the sun,
in summers rain
that drown the
daffodils, only-
to bring them back
again and again,
I wear him,
always, and
in all ways
across my heart.
*Just a little play on your words, though the twisted side of me
wanted to write , "I wore him,... I wore him the fuck out", LOL.
But then that angel in me took over, and I played well with others,
*grins*
sGp
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