Saturday, September 3, 2011

Backnote poetry

It's like I blab aimlessly
To keep staring at your eyes
As wide as saucers
Your hair as thick as a lion's
Your smile as wide as the sea
Your body as hot as a sleeping volcano
You are swallowing me

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Your presence triggers a hormonal response
My body heats up as if I'm a fertile soil
My heartbeat flutters for hours on end
My brain loses focus on the present time
My being starts longing for you


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