Youth (Remove filter)
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
Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Start Monday
2 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on When Tyrants Fall
2 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The 'Perfect Son'
2 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on BLUE PLAQUE FOR YOUR MP
2 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on BLUE PLAQUE FOR YOUR MP
2 hours ago
Stephen Atkinson on The Poem Of Life
4 hours ago
Martin Elder on Call me soon
5 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on for the Unbroken
5 hours ago
Yanma Hidayah on Between Morning and Night
6 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on HAIKU DON BHLIAIN 2025 [UIMHIR A TRÍ DÉAG]
6 hours ago