words
tender ignite. Heels on ice
Blue songs and highs. My honey bright eyes
Throw out the towel. Soak in my ire
Sing out desire. Curl in my fire
posted by death at 8:30 PM
Sunday
words
tender ignite. Heels on ice
Blue songs and highs. My honey bright eyes
Throw out the towel. Soak in my ire
Sing out desire. Curl in my fire
20 Comments:
WOW!
sultry, sensual yet sullen lines....
keep them coming, death...
......oooO................
.....(....).....Oooo......
......)../.....(....)......
.....(_/.......)../.......
...............(_/.........
... Was ...Here....
nice :)
will you accept, through my blood like wine
those gnomic flows; my lips meet yours,
your crystal orbs look into mine
burn a silent Elysium of love. ..
oooh..aaah...it's so hot in here...
:)
Bohemian: sure :)
Handful Of Hell: nice feet
Prerona: thanks
sophia: hee hee
humbl devil: like chocolate on ice cream :D
Perfect. Quite lovely.
ur lover must be very lucky :)
Death, I hope you keep writing happy pomes like these :)
silent visitor, eh???
no problemos, keep visitin'...
yeah, choc ice-cream it's...
we want more happy pomes from ya...
Parvati: yeah
anamika: please don't get personal. Thank you
Nessa: this wasnt happy. sorry you misunderstood
humbl devil: ok
Oh, Greta ... still inspiring :-)
not happy???
don't tell me you had sadness in your mind...
it all seems so subtle.
but absolutely powerful.
you have no right to be this good.
said this before,
reiterating!
castor: the woman
humbl devil: i had emptiness. and it poured out
Finch, Scout: Thank you lord
Hm.
anything, if it lessens the pain...
lg: hmm
humbl devil: sure :)
You have the gift of the word. I particularly like the last sentence.
ChickyBabe: hee hee. sure :)
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