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: 08-15-2009, 01:15 AM |
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Acoustic guitar and spoken word poetry
filled the atmosphere, candle lights at tables for two, the AC giving its permission to move closer to him, to sink under his flesh, to drown in his warmth, a soft and tender kiss landed on my lips interupted my plan, that would go into motion in seconds, his hands, his fingertips, so recognizable, I remembered his first touch, his first kiss, his hands tracing the arch of my back, our heads met, face to face, we lay our forehead on each other, as i assured him how much i missed him, and he did the same, mmm mmm mmmm, what sweet sound the guitar makes, while my soul welcomes him, my lips reached for another, and he responded with a deep kiss, that turned my knees to elastic, thank God I wasn't standing cause I sure woulda fall, mmm this man is getting to me, how long will I....I....I... ai ai ai dammit, Im at lost for words, mmm mmm mmm the sweet sound of the guitar, the moods' just right, the touch is enlightening, better yet.... arousing, i imagine things, I plan things, I start things with concluding that, I.....wanna.... make......music and write unspoken word poetry, .......actually, I wanna go beyond music and poetry, with.......him. Monte |
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