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05-12-2009, 11:21 AM
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....Poetry...
Poetic juices flowed from his lips,
like the night he refreshed my being with ungoing kisses, sweet strawberry kisses, addictive, addicted, to his charm, thinking in the back of my mind, will he ever cause me harm, eyes wide shut, i melted in his arms, skin smoother than silk, i ran my fingers in every cut, of his abs, calculating each moment, adding kisses, subtracting garments, multiplying affection, dividing....body parts, equals, sweet....sweet.....passion, candles lit, rose petals made an heart, oh sweet strawberry kisses, so addictive, addicted, like Poetry, Un-spoken word, in my reach, our arousing desire was at its peak, i want his friendship, i want his love, i want he......him. an imperfected perfection, he gives me courage, my fantasies making their way to reality, time to be introduced to our world, like a puzzle, he fit in just right, my leading male, appreciating my verses, reading in-between my lines, understanding the character i want him to be, my addiction, addicted to his charm, drawn to the juice from his lips, the strength of his being, the passion he builds for me, sweet....sweet....passion, it feels like Poetry. Monte
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this was good
no wonder u don call me no more 
....my mind isnt 
....its all the same to me
ohhh i see....
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