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Post by megalomaniacal on Nov 7, 2010 2:35:19 GMT -6
Soft, yet strict Intertwined in my hair Horrors they can inflict But I trust so I don’t care
Trailing across my skin Burning and tingling inside Where has this man been In what place does he hide
Calloused fingertips electrify My body as they wander Fingers that wipe away tears I cry Hands that pull me from under
Moving so slowly on my face Moving so quickly on his guitar Help me get out of this place Take me somewhere afar
I watch in admiration Hands that think on their own Yet I’m still left with hesitation The fear of being alone
So how do I ask for what I can’t have And save myself from humiliation Your hands so gentle on my calf Of your affection I never suffer from starvation
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Post by ladygeds on Nov 7, 2010 4:18:01 GMT -6
Very well spoken. Thanks for sharing. I can't wait to read more from you.
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Post by megalomaniacal on Nov 7, 2010 4:49:34 GMT -6
bad thing is I may write a ton about Jim...but how much more can I write???
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Post by ladygeds on Nov 7, 2010 7:42:39 GMT -6
Well, I never get tired of hearing about Jim....or Joey....or Corey....so go nuts!!!
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Post by Mistress Angie on Nov 7, 2010 8:59:31 GMT -6
Indeed
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Post by megalomaniacal on Nov 7, 2010 11:09:04 GMT -6
wow guys thanks! I feel much obliged to have my own spot for my poetry.
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Post by Mistress Angie on Nov 7, 2010 14:49:53 GMT -6
Any time. I encourage all forms of creativity & expression
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