Nature calls my name on nights to play,
the touch of his hands branded in time.
Pigment thought of life renewed,
in passion unheard and love unspoken.
Lips to melt the icy walls of heart,
he is man at it's best when he loves me.
I do not know the future, or the cards dealt.
My body calls to him to hold me,
even if just for a night of primal passion.
Questions asked of hearts to play,
life and time the same as yesterday.
In thought of need or just of want,
come play with me my friend in lovers charms.
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I like the very gentle way this piece says what it is trying to say, makes it sink in well with the reader.
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Love and passions will be heard in time when admitted to so. Actions to speak louder than words for present times to show the worth of the situation. Live for the day and dream of tomarrow. All things will sort to the way they need to be and only time will tell.
For now, just enjoy the humping.
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so listen to the rythm of primal pounding racing through your blood. You can never make up for time lost but it can sure be fun trying--
Joe
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Well done.
Enjoy the people around you today for none of us know what he future holds.
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I enjoy the people around me the best I can. I am blessed, and loved. Thank you for the comment.
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Old mother nature sure has her way of calling us and we have occassions we need to play. I really li the words of this poem, touching of hands, and lips to melt. Very well done on a night of primal passion.
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This is awesome. Well done here.
Lil
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the title...
threw me off a bit, but this is a very good piece! i like it, sounds whistful n' dreamy. nice work lady!
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