Wine shines in your eyes, such a beautiful sight,
I would love to touch you, oh if I might,
You who have the heavens on your lips,
And the feeling of bliss, in your finger tips.
Oh out of all the things in this world I know what I want,
To caress you, to taste you, to feel what I have not.
So take my hand and we will ascend I swear,
And in each others arm will lay in care.
To hold,
To feel,
In each other to mold,
A untold sacred seal.
posted by Poetic_bum at 9:46 p.m.
Why look here to find my answers, When all you have to do is be a little dancer, A dancer of words, a dancer or questions, Ask me your riddles, and speak your traps, And see that there is little that you can't wrap. Wrap around your finger, or even your toe, Words are ones way to distiquish and see to whom they are below. But be forwarned, what you see here may and may not be, For even phrazes and words, fool the likes of me. Come now I can't wait, Will you come right out and ask? Or will you use your Cleaverness as a bait? Oh how will you accomplish this task?
3 Comments:
whoever inspired this... that's the girl for you!!!! (no excuses this time)
hahaha....it was a girl, yes, but have you ever heard the song, dark angel by blue rodeo.... it was more like that... Someone who may, or may not exsist...
Hey Devon,
Thanks for the congrats. Sorry I wasn't actually around when you were on msn. How are you these days?
~Ashley~
PS Love the poems as usual :D
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