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Crystallphone You
your body could
sing
like fine cut crystal
as smooth osseous
orbits roam around moistened
rim
ring
like china of bone
finger flicked
with a sonorous
tone
played
as seraphim armonica
such dewy friction
and studied devotion
music for
the soul coaxed
with tactile affection
from goblet
dipp...
Friday 31st August 2012 1:47 pm
When I Wake...
When I wake in the morning, I want to embrace,
a certain great lady, with a smile on her face...
When I wake in the morning, my heart will express,
how I long to be with you, with my love to impress...
When I wake in the morning, the only riches I need,
are those you hold within you, so love can succeed...
When I wake in the morning, give my hand ...
Tuesday 20th March 2012 11:02 pm
The Velvet Covers
In the cloak of midnight's fond caress,
we'll hold so tight to share the deepest kiss,
and while passions rise within that urgent embrace,
we will surely move onwards to some further bliss,
feel our fingers make slow movements to warmly trace,
the trembling outlines of each others heating form,
and moist lips pursue their path across a face,
that they will lear...
Thursday 8th March 2012 3:29 am
The Kissing Game
The bus stop was deserted when we dived in from the rain,
we shivered as we stood there, but had no breath left to complain,
for lips met lips in search of warmth and would not yield their gain,
those lips were very much possessed of passions we could never tame.
And as we blended body heat, the wind and rain were heard,
we heard it drumming on the roof, but both...
Tuesday 14th February 2012 7:01 pm
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