The twist the curl
The tress and twirl
The wind in her hair
The devil’s lair
So softly spun
With a hint of sun
The crest the trough
The undaunted brow
The shoulder caress
A wild, wild mess
A wish so keen
You’re torn between
To wrap and pull
Till your arms are full
To hold her close
Almost nose to nose
To feel her heat
To measure the beat
The impromptu tryst
The stolen kiss
The desire divine
This girl of mine
The wind in her hair
The devil’s lair
August 24, 2007
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cute one yaar
Cute? It's not cute. It's wow. That really jogged a whole lot of memories in my head while i was reading it... :)
wonderful!! u got some audacious talent there...
have been thru a lot of ur online journeys... u can get as wonderfully absurd as sensibly artistic!
"almost nose to nose" gets a little 'cheeky' though :) ..
To wrap and pull
Till your arms are full
To hold her close
Wet lips to nose
whatsay?!?
Amazing poem. Wonder what goes inside your head....nice
:)
@ Crimson Feet
Erm, he wants to titilate, not slobber over her. Yet. ;)
@ Care Bear
Put the blog back on, would love to read your mind; if not your heart.
@ Crimson Feet again...
Y'know, a little restraint the first time, goes a pleasantly long way the second time round.
hmm...again have to wait till i finish my writing course.Err...but before that let me sign up for the course.
:) ...
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