Topic: TRIP SEVENS or Royal Flush
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Wed 09/03/08 10:26 AM
Edited by d4tc on Wed 09/03/08 10:28 AM
Her name is nameless
for now
Her game is shameless
The way she takes down
her clothes gets me
She speaks in my language
of Love
Seeing as how we are
r e c e p e t i c a l
Her hug is my hug
My eyes on her eyes
on my eyes
We bat eyes
Flinching intentionally
We sat at the pool
You checked me out
with a wild tongue and lips
So wild I have not seen that
look at me in so long
uneven too long
maybe never had I had
a look like that
Only in my hands
you are
p r e c i o u s
I see no fear
No hate
No anger
No tension
Just a suspension
of my heart
floating with thoughts of
you as wings
I flutter
No reason to drag a rudder
You give me wind for my sail
Fuel to my fire
That burns for you
So
I N T E N S I V E
I float to you
paddling with two ores
in each hand
thinking I can get to you faster
Only I know that hands will give
and when they do
I can only wonder
why my hands are numb
because I'm with you
and all I feel is what my
heart allows
and
how you managed to make me feel
a l i v e
This summer
Brilliant
But you are brilliant
and beautiful
and so many other overused
stale sounding
words that I'd rather not confess
to describe you
But you
You!
You said things and done things
that I have never seen
and enticing and wanting you now
are no words to properly describe
how much I can't wait for you
to call me
Like Shogun's was calling
And the 'double double' rolls
you trusted
because I said they were to die for
you were not afraid
You took a bite
Only after I saw you struggle three
times with the chopsticks
before I took one of my rolls and clamped
it by what some might refer to as
wooden sticks of frustration at first
Chop sticking to the plan
I fed you
With my double double roll
Realizing
That word
A P H R O D I S I A C
is no joke
I get it now
The way we laughed
and crashed into eachother
Looking for an excuse to
extend this surrender
You told me I can do whatever I want to you
I said the same thing
I felt vulnerable
You are cracking my shell
I know I'm not hard boiled
I'm not pouched
I'm not a fuuking egg
But Gawdamn Girl!
Your call isn't ringing
fast enough!

After last night
I now know
that anything
really means anything
could this be love?
Time will tell.








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Wed 09/03/08 10:52 AM
winking Good luck my friend!!:thumbsup:

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Wed 09/03/08 01:11 PM
what a sensitive write bigsmile flowerforyou flowerforyou